Trance Orange

Sunday morning
All alone
I set out to search
In a world drawn out of
The picture book i read
The day before yesterday

Outside is whitening
It'll illuminate me someday
Soon i really must go,

I get on a bus with its paint peeling off
With an unnatural grin on my face
And on the wall to my right side
Those four words i hate are
Joggling
look,

Outside is whitening
It'll illuminate me someday
Soon i really must go,

"Farewell."
From atop a building, i
Threw away all the shredded photographs
Acting silly and waving my hand
Enclosed in orange-colour, i mutter

Outside is whitening
It'll illuminate me someday
Soon i really must go,

"Farewell."
From atop a building, i
Threw away all the shredded photographs
Acting silly and waving my hand
Enclosed in orange-colour, i muttered

As if it was all along a lie
My place in this world
Is gone
And, hated by everyone

Forever and ever
I'll mutter in my orange-coloured world