My closet is all

I have for secrets

I lived once before

Indoors just like fox painting

That may be grateful



I lost my real reason

I was scared

Taste was real



There were too many colors



Wake up to more

To Juddervision

Made up with colors



Wake up to more

To Juddervision

Other colors



Somehow we get trapped in

Too unlikely straight-jackets

Top tailors, pay all



We'll say,