My closet is all
I have for secrets
I lived once before
Indoors just like fox painting
That may be grateful
I lost my real reason
I was scared
Taste was real
There were too many colors
Wake up to more
To Juddervision
Made up with colors
Wake up to more
To Juddervision
Other colors
Somehow we get trapped in
Too unlikely straight-jackets
Top tailors, pay all
We'll say,