Bleu Was Painted in the Foreground of the Sky Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
The headset falls in deceit
Neatly onto the head
Of a symbolically defined man of shame
The screen holds on
And he sits back down
Crossing ages and plains
All to verify mysteriousness was not forgotten in vain
Go home in your room and complain
Bout how the sky is blue
And how you are dead in some other life
Full of strife
Well you drift into consciousness
A forget of the perils you once drew
Upon to fight your battles sword to sword
How can you not remember the name?
A stain on your conscious
A vain so prosperous
Pain so f*cking obvious
But I can't soothe any of the lame deceitful fruitful things I retain
You distance yourself from reason
You are afraid
Your mom was right
You should've stayed
And how could you leave all your family
And being selfish would make it easy for yourself
You had it all they claim
Others say it's hard today
But we're all lucky to have health