A Living, Breathing Canvas

Verse
When I
Bleed
Krylon drips from
The seam
Painting the
Scene
So dark across
The canvas
But you won't
Understand this
It's lost and
Convoluted
My brains been
Polluted
By all the things
I've seen
I keep a brush
In my splean
To paint the pictures
In my head
With the pain
I've bled
Using my skin
As a medium
I'd rather spit bars
Than seeing em
Right in face, but their
Not on a page
There is no mic
On this stage
Just me yelling
Into the crowd
Tryna be
Loud
But the words won't
Come out
They stay trapped
In my mouth
Where they sit
And decay
As this rеd fades
Away
But the pain it
Will stay
Forevеr like a
Tattoo
What I speak is
Plain true
I know you see
The pain too
When it comes into
Your eye view
But your just another
Face to lie to

Chorus
Pain bleeds
Reds
Left me
Dead
Paintings
Fled
Now I'm so
Dead

Pain bleeds
Reds
Left me
Dead
Paintings
Fled
I feel
Dead
Help me
Head
Help me
Head
I'm so
Dead