Repaint the Truth - Afgrund

In youths solitude the forging begins

Quantities that never will be satisfied

Preparing the young for the thirst

To get every last drop of attention

Eyes caged to the artificial figures

Slit wrists bleeding on the catwalk

Hearts hold quiet, veins pumping air

A stilted smile

Repaint it all

Refuse it all

As grind is my brush I repaint the truth

Scrape the old canvas clean

All the coating, all the protections

All the truth-bending lies, all the capitalistic thrives