Paint It Red
By: Tyler Ross
Trying to contain myself
I find most are lying
What am I doing here?
I’ve got to get back
To a place of structure
I’m not limited
Nor do I feel the drag
Until the light goes out
Night comes a fall
Hang ups and disconnection
Bouncing off the fucking wall
I can’t get my head straight
I’m pulling weight
Disbelieving so called fate
Chance, the word of direction
No more cop outs
Take charge
My true confession
Night comes a fall
Hang ups and disconnection
Bouncing off the fucking wall
This life leads to nothing
I’ve got to make it something
Not going to wait
Or procrastinate
Gambling on a heaven gate
Paint it red
I’ll paint noise too
This world is empty
I’ll make the most
By repainting you
Paint it red
Last wish fed
Counting backward
A misled mission
We all die alone instead
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