Bodhi Tree from Jabberwocky by whatever...

Eat words because you feel you must;
what was once called trust
would be better called tragedy.
Blind eye to the pain inside
still sucks the pain away.

Hate life as a constant fight.
The challenge might just tear you down.
The downside is the only side.
Let's think the truth away.

And when the colors fade…

Broken seam on a foolish dream.
A conscious stream drags you to see:
an empty heart is smashed apart
by oppressive air of greed.

Breathe deep in a trouble sleep;
a breath can keep you fastened down.
Hold fast to ties that hate to bind;
don't let your mind run free.

And when the slate is clean,
echoes, all that's heard;
reflections, all that's seen.

That life's more than it seems,
to me, that seems to be self-evident.
That life is more than pain—
embrace the grey.
That life's a constant change,
time for time, an even trade,
that life is more than hate—
embrace the grey
and everything goes away.

And when the colors fade,
everything goes grey.

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