One brush stroke at a time
Different colors, black and white
Hiding all the lies behind
Painted faces
Just a taste of poison
Just a tiny scratch
Leaking out the depression
Insanity begins
No one will know
Of all the sorrow you hold onto
Made up stories and lies about what goes on
Inside a house where it seems everything is wrong
Beyond the doors holds the depths of hell
From the otherside you'd never tell
Close your eyes, paint yourself
