[Intro – soft, smoky tone] Red on the skyline, yellow on the wall, Blue through the window, the program calls. Every shade chosen, every frame deceives, Cartoons in the daylight, shadows in the leaves. [Verse 1 – sung low, restrained] Warren in the spotlight, the mask of the man, Tracing the outline of a darker plan. Sister in the mirror, Shirley wears the flame, But the scripts were written long before the fame. Colors on the canvas, bleeding through the glass, Teaching children violence as the decades pass. Purple for silence, crimson for pain, Green for the doorway they’ll never explain. [Hook – soaring, mournful melody] Dick Tracy colors, painted on the night, Every neon promise hides the black and white. Shadows in the frame, whispers in disguise, A world that looks like magic, but it’s murder in the eyes. [Verse 2 – layered harmonies rising] Shirley plays the angel, child on the stage, But the cross she carried marked a hidden cage. UN speeches polished, medals on her chest, But the whispers follow when the lights rest. Psychic urgings drawing lost ones near, Victims still adore her while they drown in fear. Paint it with brilliance, sell it as gold, But the story of the colors is a secret never told. [Hook – repeated, more urgent] Dick Tracy colors, painted on the night, Every neon promise hides the black and white. Shadows in the frame, whispers in disguise, A world that looks like magic, but it’s murder in the eyes. [Bridge – soft, eerie falsetto] Yellow blinds the heart, blue dissolves the soul, Red commands the body, green collects control. They said it was harmless, they said it was play, But the colors keep the children when the night turns day. [Outro – hushed, fading into saxophone] Red on the skyline, yellow on the wall, Blue through the window… the program calls.
