Painting the White to Grey - Chimaira

Face I am nothing face complete by sarcastic tastes

What a waste I think I’d rather die

Wanting never gaining I find myself pondering life

Always situations I can never hide

Crying tears of anger, hate, depressed

I never know the me, never know what to do

Slit pour out the life a bottle of the vive

A desperate cry for something else to justify

I’m in a daze caused by pain

A failing force that wants to change

Painting the white to gray

Painting the white to

Numb body shivering

Blood dripping from the skin

Painting the white to gray

Painting the white to

Plastic always drastic

A vision of a psychopathic with a razor crawling through the attic

I know somewhere out there someone cares

Wanting me to get my head out of the clouds

As they think it’s time repair

These scars will never clear

I’ll never be the same little one with hopes of one day maybe being sane

I might have tried before but I locked the door

Now I need a reason to unlock it

I’m in a daze caused by pain

A failing force that wants to change

Painting the white to gray

Painting the white to gray

Numb body shivering

Blood dripping from the skin

Painting the white to gray

Painting the white to

Cutting and popping

I know I’m not the definition of your model I’m always dropping

Lying and crying

I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying, I take dying

I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did

I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did

Painting the white to gray

Painting the white to gray

In the back of a puppeteer bathroom floor is where I tried

Is where I tried, is where I tried, is where I tried

Is where I tried to die

Painting the white to gray

Painting the white to gray

Painting the white to gray