Technicolor is what you see
for you cannot see the pain inside of me...

Bloody marks on my arms
healing up...

Am i suicidal
because i want to die...

You say one thing
Than do another...

All i feel is cold
Like i'm trapped in a wasteland...

Can't feel
Can't breath...

You stand by each day
as a little more i fade away...

Razor blade
Beneath my socks...

Can you see behind this smile
Can you tell if its real...

Chains around me
wrapped so tight...

Throbbing heart
Full of life and love...

Blood is red
like the skies...