Think back now when we were young There were always tears at the birthday party You know how children can be so cruel That's how it starts But what if
You only saw red After I said, "How can we continue?" Hidden from your view In the blue corner that I painted myself into Then we started to fight And
All through the night you telephoned I saw the light blinking red Beside the cradle But you don't know how far I've gone Now I must live with the lie
In the darkest place I know That is where you'll find me Even though you didn't have to remind me I shut out the lights Your eyes adjust They'll never
These rooms play tricks upon you Remember when they were always filled with laughter But now they're quite deserted They seem to just echo voices raised
for someone else And so this had to be Painted from memory Funny, now I can see How looks can be deceiving And so this had to be Painted from memory
When I go to sleep, you become my thief Why don't you steal, what you can keep? But you won't let me be, you break into my dreams And everyday seems different
lost all the passion to seek and to find stolen lifelines You paint all these pictures while we're alive but black are the stripes Stay in daylight of clarity Paint
You're red, you're so resistant You're so intense, you're red I'm slowly lifted, you're painted red I'm down in, I'm down in, I'm down inside I'm down
sun will always shine" An' through the years of growin' up if somethin' made me cry It didn't seem to hurt so bad beneath the painted sky Beneath the painted
I can go around 'Cause we painted too much of this town I gotta leave it all behind me (This town) There's just too much to remind me 'Cause we painted
It's the feel of your blood as it flows smoothly down my skin Intoxicating my soul, immortality seducing me Burning in your own hell which now binds you
I wake each day to propaganda written to persuade Complacency, conformity Relentless madness they regurgitate So save your breath You can't coerce the
With our callous minds we infect Other ways of life, no regrets Like a masochist we instigate While the rest of the world must tolerate Americon Americon
I never thought the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed Why am I so alive while you lay still in the ground beneath me? Fear of death
Body count, laid out mutilated, it's your time to die Desolate, lure, kill, satisfaction, climax with your death All alone, my perv intimidated, feed
I am the last of the dying insane You would scream at the things I've done Knowing now that the dead still see My blood, it runs like mercury Your last
It starts with vanity, arrogance and greed Panic is my obsession No one can escape, the thrill is much too great Despair is my creation Everything obscene