This yellow haze is a warning I know,
A yellow card
As I admire the view from the top
Of a roller coaster.
Don't look down!
A yellow smile plays upon my lips,
Rire jaune
My mind playing tricks on my body,
From the top of the world.
Don't look down!
This yellow sun is burning my back,
Icarus
The handle is coated yellow
With oil.
Don't look down!
Don't look at the charcoal sea below
It is waiting.
Waiting to engulf you in the dark
And smile.
Don't let go...
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