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 deserve