Trick of Thought

The bruise is bruised and with a dark purple vein
All is well though, out the window, looking away
And luck is ticking quite well with the number five
Soon the streets will dance quietly under the sun
So your divine complement will be sealed with a cap
And your altered vision will definitely clash

Beautiful waves of tears and the color of eyes extremely clash
They fall slowly through the pathways of veins
The hungry waves are now fed the bottle and the cap
Through the blue fog and the dense air it goes away
Now the dark purple clouds starts to show sun
And now a single slogan is said for the next five

Everything is stitched up as words are said one two three four five
In the collage of mind things that make sense clash
And the warmth of the day is relished by the sun
Throughout the thousand ways they fall and awaken veins
Conscious morals of the lucky ones slowly slip away
The lies and the truth are sealed forever with a cap

The tangled ties of territory are closed with a cap
To be the one you must win five
Hazy days are gone through and away
Those with perfect class never clash
A broken arm dangles freely with a blue vein
And the bloomed flower falls over under the decaying sun

Colors bleed from the changing sun
I'm starting to feel light and dizzy before the spinning cap
Look down and see your foot on the twirling vein
Think now, think hard, think about the master of five
Crash into the wall hard and see the tricky clash
Stop now and everything will go far away

Can't see close up, but there's no problem far away
Just get lost in the zone of the fiber octive sun
And watch all the shades mixed together and clash
Sit down and focas, and take off the cap
Forget the rest of everything for the next five
And rest your brain on my one last vein