color and needles break the skin pain the perception desired on the outside so the art can obscure unpleasant truth that's within slow addiction drowns out the regret the things that you cannot change, all the empty pain is burned away in blinding lights of blue and red what do you see? what do you see now? in the pretty pictures that blanket the self you disavow you can decorate but it's never enough no, it's never enough you can saturate but it's never enough no, it's never enough for your cannon canvas separation of self and stain the truth and habitual charades have become just shades a monochrome rendition of yourself you maintain [pre chorus] [chorus] she is busy and alone popular without a home energetic, dead inside i would not have survived [chorus]