Carbon Copy
Orange to grey.
Dying colours in the dirty church.
Lost on the friday.
Left crying in the dirt.
Nothing left to say.
Like demons in Frankfurt.
Been calling out may-day.
All you could do was smirk.
Love in the bullet's way.
Primitive ends on verge.
Hung on the hate.
Bury it into the hurt.
Black in the demon's pay,
god and the devil flirts.
As i go,shout hurrah!Hooray!
For no joy was in this love.
