Watermelon

My flawed soul shrieks within me
calling out to be cleansed
i hear the chants of holy men
but no emotion penetrates this skin
so i wander through a maze
obstacles of desire in my way
and in my dreams i see the face
of the hidden thoughts they praise
so i withdraw from the world
and the touch of human flesh
and i question who i am
Im a frozen crying wreck

Chorus - But if i could spit out these seeds of rage, if i could see with my heart
if i could find myself within this cage
If i could paint spiritual art
then i would be … a watermelon, baby
i would be a watermelon, baby
sweetness within the pain
and all these seeds of sin
i would spit them out to be washed away by the rain,
if i could be a watermelon, baby, I’d be saved

i call myself euphoria
shes the optimism in me
but this Jane is too strong for her,
shes my cynicism set free
and theres no Ricky to show my beauty
that makes my light shine
cuz all i see is darkness
the insanity within my mind
willing tragedy to stop the pain
Im a mass of contradictions
the blood that i once feared
i imagine with conviction

Chorus

(There is no black and white)
I feel just like a fallen angel
thrown from heavens love
but if i open myself at all
will beauty fill my soul
the colors are all i have