365 - Paint It Black

Caught in the act, you fucking thief

Give it back;

it’s not yours to keep

I guess you’re trying to prove that candy-coated bullshit still goes down smooth

So we won’t choke or gag, just wave the white flag

You’re intimidated so you stick with the sickness

And you use your favorite dirty tricks to inflict this

I’ve always had my doubts but our vision’s so myopic we see no way out

As long as hope exists, it will be met with angry words and swinging fists

But there’s an itch that we’ve got to scratch

So set the fuse and we’ll strike the match