[Phase 1]
Today I feel melancholy
Tomorrow I'll feel melancholy
Because melancholy is the alternative way to feel when everything is so fake and jolly
You ask me where's wally but I'm sorry I can't find him
Sitting by the ocean just to see the tide in
Then when it's in just sit back and watch the horizon
Then after Sundown I'm driving slowly
Sitting in the front of the car just riding lonely
Because only things that don't exist feel surprising
Only the pure reality of everything is what I am finding phoney
Cause nothing throws me, because I am not a human I am just a poet
Of course I know it, because the words know me
Watch me space out over other people's property
And take in my surroundings properly
Until they move me along or treat me hostly
My mouth is always closed well but my existence is closed cell like styrofoam
Give me the keys mother, I'm home
Told my family I don't really mind being alone
They said that they'd rather be outside having fun
At least dad agreed with me, like father like son
Get a girl settle down, look around
Next thing you know you are married
Wonder if I could get Cat Stevens to play me out
Soft skin up the stairs of the girls I carried
Not right now
Buy the girl of your dreams a cheap wedding ring from a shop down town
Hope she wears it proud, because my pockets don't talk fancy
Even though that's the way they are meant to be
That's the way things are when you've been around a fifth of a century
[Phase 2]
Just amazed I've not slipped up by the system and ended up in Penitentiary
I'm in an American Prison engaged in a Boxing Match
Shut the door please, pull the latch like that
Neon Black
Neon Black
My colours start to fade
And then they come right back
Neon Black
Neon Black
My colours start to fade
And then they come right back
Neon Black
Neon Black
[Phase 3]
Coming at you with supersonic speed
I'm out to collect rings
But I ain't the blue blur
I'm just a bit disturbed
But try find confusion that is finer
I've explored the depths of Japan and China
And gained knowledge only worth a fiver
That's a profit to a loss
I'm sitting at my desk like I'm a boss
I'm not angry I'm just cross
No words just a grunt like Rick Ross
My soul remains silent but my words speak violent
Count them one by one but they still remain timeless
Like the Grandfather clock
Tick Tock I ain't ticked off
I'm just a Neon Black artifact
My colours start to fade and they come right back
And that's a fact
And that's a fact
My colours start to fade and they come right back
And that's a fact
And that's a fact
Neon Black