Devoid of Color by The Hidden Hand Lyrics

Cold, design has no form or figure | brings questions of the heart to bear mesmerized, extrolling non ezistant | virtues of the willfull blind | masquerade, cloaked in cruel indifference the mask becomes the countenance grey parade, to staunch the casual bledding | presentations grand can't fathom meaning | no light to guide the way | show life is all to say | no light, show life | so refined in the arts of darkness | do the colours shine the same for you | mastermind, isolations fortress tainted by proximity | so right can't find the way | sunshine is ours today | show life is all we say | show life, show life, show life, show life no light