Contemplation over this
Everything disastrous
Is [bad word] The climbing of sources
Empty out the mood

When I found blue

Consequences reached a twist
Everything disastrous
Is pure
The evening of everything [bad word] 
When I found blue

floating ghost of numbers twist
The [bad word] off the specter's wrist
Now cut to watch the tripping through it
Warming wounds to feed the new age
Beating public rage and treason
Subjugate this stinging feeling
Once again to feel it through

The blue

Consternation feels the depth
thousand nights of knives digged in
Reduce those darkened forces
From a naked view

When I found blue