Chromophilia

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There’s no indicator
And I was overloaded too much to get out once
Inside of me, there remained little room for thousand of music
Here were times which were not mine
Maybe yours, but it looks silly
There are numbers, melodies and even alarm
They are of no use to me

This is all synthesizer, this is all imitation
And as if I didn’t hide all the things
You find, anyway, my songs
And as I myself taught you
You soon press all the keys
But just not this, just not fundamental
Just not now

This is all switches, this is all breakers
And as if I never glued, nor confused
Anyway you have a stand
And as I myself taught you
You soon press all the buttons
But just not this, just not beautiful
Just not straight