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I TAKE MY BRUSHES, TAKE MY BRUSHES
PAINT UNTIL THE WORLD
TURNS
RED

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i finished this entire thing in One Day in a fit of boredom spurred on by being sick and stuck in my house. enjoy

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LYRICS:

[The World Looks White]
Wandering these endless alleys
Black and white in patterned tilings
I can see my own self stumbling
Reflected in perfectly clean
Walls and floors and arched ceilings
Labyrinthine neverending
I grow tired of hearing my own
Breathing, stepping, walking, dreaming

Numbing is the feeling of my
Feet touching the flooring, I can’t
Recall what I did to be confined
Inside of mazelike mind, I
Cannot rest my aching head
Even the air wishes me dead
I could not tell a falsehood, truly
I would wish the same upon me

[The World Looks Red]
{Mannequin}
Endless humming endless seeing
Endless clawing at my being
White, then pink, then oh-so red
Glorious viscera on my hands

{Machine}
O Vessel of Mirror
My palette for painting upon
I take my brushes, take my brushes
Paint until the world turns-
O Mother of Life
My colors with which I cover all
I take my brushes, take my brushes,
Paint until the world turns red

{Mannequin}
Wandering these endless alleys
Black and white in broken tilings
I can’t see myself inside the
Reflections when guns are blazing

{Husk}
Tell me, steel being
How do you see me
As something breathing
Or just a refueling

These songs of mercy
Weaponry firing into me
Percussion of bullets
Metal whines as singing
(Sing it to me) These songs of mercy
(Grace me with being nothing again) Weaponry firing into me
(Paint with my mind, shattered) Bassline of gears whirring
(What’s to it to put one more hole in it) Listen as I am spared by thee

{Mannequin}
Numbing is the feeling of my
Feet touching the flooring, I can’t
Recall what I did to be confined
Inside of mazelike mind, I
Cannot rest my aching head
Even the air wishes me dead
I could not tell a falsehood, truly
I would wish the same upon me

{Husk}
Endless humming endless bleeding
Endless scratching for my freeing
White, then pink, then oh-so red
Glorious viscera on my hands

{Machine}
O Vessel of Mirror
My palette for painting upon
I take my brushes, take my brushes
Paint until the world turns-
O Mother of Life
My colors with which I cover all
I take my brushes, take my brushes,
Paint until the world turns red

{Mannequin}
Tell me, steel being
Why do you see me
In need of freeing
When our job’s suffering

{Husk}
Tell me, steel being
How do you see me
As something breathing
Or just a refueling

These songs of mercy
Weaponry firing into me
Percussion of bullets
Metal whines as singing
These songs of mercy
Weaponry firing into me
Bassline of gears whirring
Listen as I am spared by thee

These songs of mercy
Weaponry firing into me
Percussion of bullets
Metal whines as singing
(Sing it to me) These songs of mercy
(Grace me with being nothing again) Weaponry firing into me
(Paint with my mind, shattered) Bassline of gears whirring
(What’s to it to put one more hole in it) Listen as I am spared by thee