Bashed by the Indigo.

Girls so heavy of the notion of want
bang and bang you to open the door and you
can hold anymore so they break in and slam
you to the floor.

Bashed. By indigo.
For all the victims of color
they are victims at all when they
come to take advantage just because they
can and use their loop hole to raise and raise
and raise and raise you out your hole.
Bashed. By indigo.

They swarm around you taking each the notion
to pursue in the light that you never want.
For they are the victims of color
and just so damn innocent.
As if they are not human.
With certain notions to men.

They just want to bang you dead.
Bashed. By indigo!


Bashed by Indigo.


Victims never are ones who abusers in secret
past the public eye. Never the ones chasing you around.
Never the ones chasing you around. An art room because they want to.
Calling at you and then despising you. Never understanding that people are
the people that are just there not to be bothered by them and their circumstances
of being such victims and hiding all along. By the fact that they are abusers!

Never finding in theirselves to be alone in the thought that other cultures exist.
By the fact that they are abusers. By the fact are abusers. And some people will
never ever ever be happy along them.

Bashed by Indigo.
Bashed by Indigo.

AHH!!!

Bashed by Indigo
and if you ever think that someone across the way is helpless as the media say-
you are just lost and you have lost your way.

Just to be bashed by the indigo.