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Volker Knecht
Kaiserslautern, Germany

The Colour Of Madness

I sighed and brooded
they´d locked me up in isolation
movin´ in a vicious circle
I tried to flee from desperation
now this door´s been opened
where there had been no door before
and I see a light so bright
as I´ve never seen one before
I step outside into the light
and I feel that I am changin´
everything becomes as clear
as it has never been before
I feel the power of imagination
I´ve lost the sense of modality
yesterday becomes tomorrow
I´ve lost the sense of time
tell me the colour of madness
say what is comin´ over me?
tell me the colour of madness
how can I resist when it comes in disguise?

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