Dance of the Colors

Like a swirling mass
The chained dance of the cover
It comes in as one will fold over
Not unlike bright fitting wings
By way of their means to stand up
Face forth and take an edge
Burrow me home
Sever the links
Claiming the soul
Stamping out savory
Heavy is the means
With only a ferris wheel
Debts that hang low are wound about
Before the followings that come
Pits become lost and make no pity
Such is chaos 
What could be pity
Gather nothing 
Such cannot be held
Beauty is the swirl
Color is the mace
Be knocked out by it
Dance of the Colors.