Colours of my window, can not see through.
If I could, I would kill the moon.

No meaning in anything,
no ways to measure nothing.

- - -

Who should I please if pleasing does not mean,
who should I release if there's just silent scream.

Who would listen if there is nothing to tell,
who would be the one ringing by dead bell.

- - -

In the dark of asylum,
where simplicities hum.

I see the ordinary,
nothing there to bury.

- - -

Who should I please if pleasing does not mean,
who should I release if there's just silent scream.

Who would listen if there is nothing to tell,
who would be the one ringing by dead bell.

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This one is now a song by Christian, Angel of Death & Dissapointed

(Search for a "riff" name: Colors of my window (nothing to bury)) 

Colours of my window, can not see through.
If I could, I would kill the moon.

no ways to measure nothing.

- - - 

Who should I please if pleasing doesn´t mean,
who should I release if there's only silent scream.

Who would listen to me if there is nothing to tell,
who would be the one
ringing by 
ringing by dead bell.

- - -

In the dark of asylum,
where simplicities hum.

I see the ordinary simply nothing 
is left to bury.

- - - 

Who should I please if pleasing does not mean,
who should I release if there's just silent scream.

Who would listen if there is nothing to tell,
who would be the one ringing by dead bell.