Magenta is a purplish-red color Magenta is the tension on my mind Magenta all the time I felt you standing back I spoke about being weak by your side My muscles a writhing lilac black You took up all my space Crashing with your eyes And diving on my hide Now I've got the scars Of canyons that you traced Magenta is a purplish-red color Some people call it pink But fuck it I don't think it's all that deep