ISCC–NBS system
The ISCC–NBS System of Color Designation is a system for naming colors based on a set of 12 basic color terms and a small set of adjective modifiers. It was first established in the 1930s by a joint effort of the Inter-Society Color Council, made up of delegates from various American trade organizations, and the National Bureau of Standards, a US government agency. As suggested in 1932 by the first chairman of the ISCC, the system’s goal is to be “a means of designating colors in the United States Pharmacopoeia, in the National Formulary, and in general literature ... such designation to be sufficiently standardized as to be acceptable and usable by science, sufficiently broad to be appreciated and used by science, art, and industry, and sufficiently commonplace to be understood, at least in a general way, by the whole public.” The system aims to provide a basis on which color definitions in fields from fashion and printing to botany and geology can be systematized and regularized, so that each industry need not invent its own incompatible color system.
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Your Disease
by: Whiskey SixIf I was blind she would help me see
And as I watch her die, does she still feel me
If I was stupid I'd have given up long ago
But I'm Here
I'm wiser
But there's nothing left to show
My guilty roses line a path beside you grave
Six feet below my lies the angel, I'm your slave
To taste your bitter lips again would bring me down
But you've stained black my memories and you're no where to be found
Come when I'm feeling weak
See me down on my knees
Cursed all the air I breathe
Without you I'm alone, won't someone get me off of your disease
I swore an oath to you that I feel now I must break
Because I'm a user now, I cannot keep you safe
These selfish hands are bruised from stealing every beat
Of your heart you gave to me
I need more to feed my greed
Come when I'm feeling weak
See me down on my knees
Cursed all the air I breathe
Without you I'm alone, won't someone get me off of your disease
Come when I'm feeling weak
See me down on my knees
Choked all the air I breathe
With out you I'm alone, you're like a cancer inside me
Come when I'm feeling weak
See me down on my knees
Cursed all the air I breathe