The promise was a word – the word was fine Fine became a line – too fine to take it easy Easy was food – food was warm Warm became a weapon behind a locked door – with the cold turned on Then the word was a lie Turned Yellow – Fell down – Turned brown – Turned black – Black became a place nobody want to go They carried a star Star was gold – pickled in a jar Jar became a grave Grave turned cold – with the heat turned on – they burned like coal Coal was red – The red were dead The dead became a legend The rest left home Home became a body around their bones