Lyric

The sky is stained in madder red

The scent of autumn fills my head

Everyone speaks of the vibrant hues

But I am trapped in the "colorless" blues

My voice is white, a ghostly sound

In a story where the pages aren't found

The ink is dry, the plot is still

Waiting for the power of will

What color U want?

Autumn's dyeing it all, don't flaunt

Call it my pen name, call it "Daaan"

Fitted to the trend, follow the plan?

Someone's "Recommend" is hitting my brain

Noise is a flood, driving me insane

Stop the pressure, I'm done with the show

Screaming out what they don't wanna know

Kick the small me, burn it all up

It’s not "I can’t be dyed," it’s "I won't," y'up!

Walk the path where the white stays pure

Is this okay? Am I enough?

The white in the mirror is looking tough

Searching for a light, shaking in the air

But white is the answer to every prayer

Pappara, Pappara, Pappa-ppa!

Empty your head, let the rhythm draw

Pappara, Pappara, Pappa-ppa!

Don't be trapped by what you saw

You are perfect, just as you are

Think too much and you'll stray too far

Listen close, this white you see

Isn't zero—it’s infinity!

(White is infinite! There’s no end!)

The world turns gold as the seasons fly

Blinding light in my snowy eye

A notebook waits, so clean and bright

Staring back in the morning light

I hesitate at the very first line

Waiting for a sign that the words are mine

Lookin' around, so cool and so dope

Red on the left, Black is the hope

Lookin' around, so cute and so awesome

Yellow and Green, watching them blossom

"Am I left behind?"—feeling the chill

Fight back the weakness, use your own thrill

One color? No, a grand gradation

Set the rules? Our own regulation

A blank space is NOT an empty soul

It’s the prologue to your future role

It’s not "I can’t be dyed," it’s "I won't," y'up!

Walk the path where the white stays pure

Pushed by the world, feeling the rush

But it’s okay to sit in the hush

You’re doing fine, don't you worry

You’re just you, no need to hurry

Pappara, Pappara, Pappa-ppa!

Empty your head, let the rhythm draw

Pappara, Pappara, Pappa-ppa!

Don't be trapped by what you saw

You are perfect, just as you are

Think too much and you'll stray too far

Listen close, this white you see

Isn't zero—it’s infinity!

(White is infinite! There’s no end!)

Infinite White

Not empty, just ready

Zero is where it all begins

(White is infinite!)