come to my world,
step into my shoes,
tell me what you see,
is it all colorful?

or is it just not painted,
black and white pictures,
sounds are not alowed,
and gray has no meaning

my chains of life is strong,
but you are the only one,
and i dont want you to be,
the one that dies in my hand

break free from the chains,
that keeps you in my world,
break free as long as you can,
it drain all your life essence,
like an old movie that burns,
destined to oblivion

you stepped into my world,
grabbed my hand,
and told me all you can see,
not colorful

nor gray painting,
the pictures are moving,
with sound of silnece,
creating a dreamlike movie

with a key in your hand,
you opened my chains,
break me free of my world.
still i cant see

runing from the chains,
that kept us trapped,
so long in time and space,
yet i cannot see,
not gray not colors,
blind from nothing,
yet seeing all,
destined to oblivion,
not before love