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A radiant city by the sea
a people happy and carefree
a placid, dull serenity...
Perfect? No – step back and think.
Blinded by colour and by light,
naivety like theirs incites us:
March as one! Bring back the night!
Drop by drop we lay the ink.
Colour is a vile invention
made to serve one cruel intention:
forming rifts and differences where there had been none before.
Thus did Comrade Black envision
life sans pointless class division–
Strip away the hues and shades and war itself is nevermore!
Our critics and dissenters claim
there's sinisterness in our aim
their words defile INKT Corp.'s good name
But they won't push us past the brink:
We will stand tall against such swine
and should there be resistance? Fine!
We'll still uphold the party line.
Drop by drop we lay the ink
There's colour everywhere one looks
in shadows, corners, crannies, nooks
it may take many lifetimes to erase each last bespeckled trace
The hateful colours must be drained
The Raydians must be restrained
They must be painted grey and made to hunch their heads and stand in place.
With each and every gruelling day
as we drain endless paint away
our calm façades begin to fray
and our resolves begin to shrink...
A vision comes our way – we see
the day shall come when we shall be
a sterile, pure society
resplendent in monotony
'Til then, by Comrade Black's decree,
Drop by drop we lay the ink.