I--
I,
chase these bitter lies,
I--
I,
drape my skin in dye,
but where is my,
where is the
spectrum in my head,
no color, no color,
I'm the painted dead
And still I fight, whoa still I fight
in this season so damn long,
oh at night I cry,
I'd be better gone.
We--
we,
stitch our hearts again,
We--
we,
stab each other's friend,
oh how do I,
how can I
fight this pounding in my head,
No, no color in my,
I'm the painted dead
Oh and still I try, oh how I try
in this season so damn long,
no wondering why,
I'd be better gone.
I--
I,
chase new lies again,
I--
I,
pray to find the end,
where can it, oh,
where is the
spring of living color,
why, oh why, must I
bury my loving brother,
yeah still I try,
oh and I still fight
these echoes in my head,
no color, no color,
I'm the painted dead
So here I lie, yes I cry
in this season so damn long,
oh wondering why,
my life is all but gone.