Two men in disguise

Two men in disguise

Look at those two men, high in the sky.
Powder, white as chalk became their best friend.
Living like there is no tomorrow, no goodbye.
Floating through air, swimming side by side.
Lovely colours, High up in those clouds, that's not real.
That's, the sugar coated feeling that comes aside.
All to soon they forgot real life is not a fairytale, that once was told.
They thought they had it, until the public started spitting on them all.
The monster green filled with envy and despise.
Who doesn't understand what it's like to be a colourful delight.
Rather harsh and painfull without doubt this is the way we experience the grey mass without pride.
They aren't you, so they shouldn't be telling what to do.

So come down from the sky, don't let them waste your time.
Don't become an other member of that club; where youngsters die.
Both have been given a gift, use it wisely.
For if you do: mankind will be so gratefull.
No matter what they say now, they'll always remember you,
As the two men who changed the world in disguise.