Testo All This Colour

I look too shallow
A crumbling bleeding hollow
I'll be one; I'll kill one too
Keep on growing, growing

And all this colour will make me spin

You've gone and done it And broke your promise
Six feet above
Look what you're doing
And who you're losing
Six feet above your own way down

I'll creep around you
Two months to tell you
No secrets, deep regrets
I can't believe I want this

What is going on?
Couldn't keep it on to me
What a power!
Keep 'em coming up Couldn't get enough to me
What a power!