The masked man is coming, oh what color he will wear today.
Will he wear red and tear me apart or will he were green and get my brain to start.
Will he wear orange and be spontaneous today or will he wear yellow and shine away.
Will he wear blue and be a chill dude or will he wear purple and be a royal rude
Will he black and be a loner man or will he wear pink and be a friendly dink
And finally white he will wear because he absent and chilled
Trying to find a color to keep him thrilled this ill chosen will of a dangerous pill
He swallows against his own canvas and covers
Nothing at all just white absent and smothered
Underneath the cover there is no man at all
The masked man that plays with rainbows has lost his call