Twisted Lines

Hocico

Compositor: Hocico

Paint again without colors
Drawing lines is not enough
All your acts aren't drawings
You can't hide them anymore
You can laugh, but you can't feign
That this line doesn't matter
What hands need to create
You can try, but you can't get
You're about to paint your fate
Drawings vanish, time says
Now watch your step or you could stumble
You can see, but you can't face
Stumble on your fucking dirt
You can try, but can't learn
What your fear's about to taste
That scorn's what you deserve

Whoever you are
Whatever you want from me
Whatever you say
Fuck off and walk
Draw yourself you'll see nothing
The wrong words, the wrong faces

You're just ink in a wrong place
Twisted lines is all what you paint
What your fear's about to taste
You can see, but you can't face
You can try, but you can't learn
That scorn's what you deserve