Forever

Forever's what they say
Little do they know it ends on Judgement day
Colors are what we pay
Yet tomorrows made of today
Millions touched by your grave
Oh! You saint you misbehave!
The waves frequent all the gods!
Yes against all the odds!
Forever's what they say
Little do they know it ends on Judgement day
Colors are what we pay
Yet tomorrows made of today
Fiction has its ways of saying things are untrue
What does this mean to you
Those vicious goblins stealing the hue
Reality was blue
Black and white means you might as well be dead
Creativity was red
Millions touched by your grave
But oh your soul! You must be brave!
Waves frequent all the demons
Yes against all odds!
Fiction has its ways of saying things are untrue
What does this mean to you
They never took anything from you
Red, yellow, green, and blue!
Everything is left to me!
The Colors of Viability!