He was born from red and yellow so his flames envelop your happiness. His tangy taste for darkness shuts out the day and lets in the night. He leaps with anxiety and his smothering hands force the day upon us as his true soul escapes.
Striking fear to those who stand before him, in his state he burns every to destruction. Now he walks triumphant and proud. But alone in his glory He's fighting for change that won't come. The monster is taking over. His power, his will to fight gone he's given in letting the monster escape, but the only thing that really goes is his soul. Battle ready, head high the departed and the dead. Orange hears his call to be who he truly is.