Twisted Lines

Paint again without colors

Drawling lines is not enough

All your acts aren't drawlings

You can't hide them anymore

You can laugh, but you can't feign

That this line doesn't matter

You can try, but you can't get

What hands need to create

Drawlings vanish, time says

You're about to paint your face

Now watch your step

Or you could strumble

Strumble on your ******* dirt

You can see, but you can't face

What your fear's about to taste

You can try, but you can't learn

That scorn's what you deserve

Whoever you are

Whatever you want from me

Whatever you say

**** off and walk

Draw yourself you'll see nothing

You're just link in a wrong place

The wrong words, the wrong faces

Twisted lines is all what you paint

You can see, but you can't face

What your fear's about to taste

You can try, but you can't learn

That scorn's what you deserve