Paint again without colors Drawing lines is not enough All your acts aren't drawings You can't hide them anymore You can laugh, but you can't feign That this line doesn't matter You can try, but you can't get What hands need to create
Drawings vanish, time says You're about to paint your fate Now watch your step or you could stumble Stumble on your fucking dirt You can see, but you can't face What your fear's about to taste You can try, but can't learn That scorn's what you deserve
Whoever you are Whatever you want from me Whatever you say Fuck off and walk
Draw yourself you'll see nothing You're just ink in a wrong place The wrong words, the wrong faces Twisted lines is all what you paint You can see, but you can't face What your fear's about to taste You can try, but you can't learn That scorn's what you deserveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
