The War Of 1812 - Pin Up the Truth lyrics

Slur the inane dribble over the canvas That resembles a Rembrandt Your words are beautiful, hammer nails into the work Pin up the truth, the fiery forthcoming I regurgitate, the canvas resembles your intentions Chimes pour over, to obscure the colors All gray now, the gray man, acidic mindset burns through The easel is your body, you are calm and empty Hollowed out by the same spade that buried you Good night, youth eaten Old age gray, even younger meets worse The sounds are forgotten, tell the mothers, and burn Thank you and goodnight