Circuitry - Magik*Magik

When she picks up your shots

We all see who you are

We all see who you are

When she cleans up your mess

We don’t see you confess

Your right hand to left hand

You’re circuitry-less

'Cause no one tells no one

What no one can hear

A mystery frightfully past unaware

'Cause pale is the color of hate

It’s not black, it’s not red

It might be what’s left unsaid

What is the color of truth

It’s not green, it’s not blue

It’s just heat and it might not be you

And it might not be you

And it might not be you

Won’t you ask where I’ve been

Seasons pass and I’m left in the cold

With the rest

Won’t you stop counting cards

Lay to bed what’s been ours

Trade me your kindness

For circuitry, bless

'Cause no one tells no one

What no one can hear

A mystery frightfully past unaware

'Cause pale is the color of hate

It’s not black, it’s not red

It might be what’s left unsaid

What is the color of truth

It’s not green, it’s not blue

It’s just heat and it might not be you

And it might not be you

And it might not be you