So no one's nice enough to paint your face With red or blue or black or white A snapshot of your truer you To show you what no mirror can do
I do it myself, but I don't like myself But if anyone knows you know yourself Can I come close enough to rescue me I'm pretty sure what the colour will be
Will I stay sane, will I be framed? Will I look cool, will I be ashamed? Nightfall dark or morning bright? I think I'll choose the colour of night
I paint me a picture, with depressive strokes Selfportrayed in indigo I paint me a picture, with depressive strokes so bold Selfportrayed in indigo
Grey's the skin –– hanging eyes Sick and thin –– not so nice Uncut nails –– hair has died Stressed and frail –– I look so tired
Here you are, discolouration Can't believe that this is me A bum and freak, abomination Forget about all vanity
Canvas tales of seven sins The fucking face of an evil twin I look like horror, look like fear Like I haven't slept for a hundred years
When I die –– when I am dead Bury me –– when life has fled In return –– I give to you A little gift –– of black and blue Sing a song –– party on Have one on me –– drink and breathe In the days –– that will pass Remember me –– who I was