Color

Hand me a crayon

Muse, hand me a crayon

Let me choose my insanity

Let me draw whatever way I compose

I kiss the face of curiosity

I got seven more to go

The alchemist will tell you

We traveled far through devils and thieves and scars

Only a trained eye could discern

These folks, they had me at every turn

Sank deep, moving sheep to a steep decline

This gene is unfamiliar with angles and lines

Sank deep, moving sheep to a steep decline

This gene is unfamiliar with angles and lines

Hand me a crayon

Muse, hand me a crayon

Let me choose my insanity

Let me draw whatever way I compose

I kiss the face of curiosity

I got seven more to go

Sank deep, moving sheep to a steep decline

(Ooh) this gene is unfamiliar with angles and lines (ooh-ooh)

(Sank deep, moving sheep to a steep decline) Muse, hand me a crayon

Oh (this gene is unfamiliar with angles and lines) uhh