Colour Coding

Being so guilty the teachings of Mr Nice Seemed a digital incarnation of a life And empty house dug foot holes ascending up my spine But in your house We gave our fantasies Exchanged for currency A valid colour code to blanket our natural feelings I was the only man to return alive Because in your house we gave our colour codes Exchanged for clouded oaths That made me feel at ease without giving up an apology Did you ever try to find your colour code? Did you ever try...