Paint me lifeless grey,
for I have lost a friend today
to desperate selfishness
and so I will regress
to something more disturbing
than all my words can say.
Black and white cannot explain,
so paint me lifeless grey.
Paint me darkest black.
Tightened ropes will never slack
to free the chosen few
or change my charcoal hue.
I may be color-coated,
but that won't hide the fact
that under shades of lifeless grey,
I'm painted darkest black.
It's just about that time of year
when we will lose somebody dear.
Is that a funeral march I hear?
It's just about that time of year.
Paint me burning red.
All the things he did and said,
now I feel ashamed.
I thought it was a game.
I will not rationalize
or justify the dead,
I only want to free myself
from all this burning red.
It's just about that time of year
when we will lose somebody dear.
Is that a funeral march I hear?
It's just about that time of year.
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)
(Paint me)