Colors diluted by the lies and painted thick across the sky Have seen all life whither and die. I gaze up at this forgery, up at this dark grim tapestry And mourn the world once promised me... Beneath this canvas monochrome wrapped in the shroud of this grey home I'll paint a picture...
Nothingness surrounding me as far as any eye can see - This doesn't really have to be. I deeply from the colors drink, feel them warming, filling me The comfort that I need so desperately. Beneath this canvas monochrome wrapped in the shroud of this grey home I'll paint a picture all my own.
So blind beneath this canopy, so still in lifeless scenery, So pale within this shadow over me... The grey no longer satisfies, the colors neutral to these eyes, I long again to see the sky.
I search to find a brighter side with eyes so frail against the light Which seems at times to burn me from inside. The grey no longer satisfies, the colors neutral to these eyes, I long again to see the sky.
Colors diluted by the lies and painted thick across the sky Have seen all life whither and die I gaze up at this forgery, up at this dark grim tapestry And mourn the world once promised me... Beneath this canvas monochrome wrapped in the shroud of this grey home I'll paint a picture, all my own.