| Colors diluted by the lies | |
| And painted thick across the sky | |
| Have seen all life whither and die | |
| I gaze up at this forgery | |
| Up at this dark grim tapestry | |
| And mourn the world once promised me | |
| Beneath this canvas monochrome | |
| Wrapped in the shroud of this grey home | |
| I'll paint a picture | |
| Nothingness surrounding me | |
| As far as any eye can see | |
| This doesn't really have to be | |
| I, deeply from the colors, drink | |
| Feel them warming, filling me | |
| The comfort that | |
| I need so desperately | |
| Beneath this canvas monochrome | |
| Wrapped in the shroud of this grey home | |
| I'll paint a picture all my own | |
| So blind beneath this canopy | |
| So still in lifeless scenery | |
| So pale within this shadow over me | |
| The grey no longer satisfies | |
| The colors neutral to these eyes | |
| I long again to see the sky | |
| I search to find a brighter side | |
| With eyes so frail against the light | |
| Which seems at times to burn me from inside | |
| The grey no longer satisfies | |
| The colors neutral to these eyes | |
| I long again to see the sky | |
| Colors diluted by the lies | |
| And painted thick across the sky | |
| Have seen all life whither and die | |
| I gaze upon this forgery | |
| Up at this dark grim tapestry | |
| And mourn the world once promised me | |
| Beneath this canvas monochrome | |
| Wrapped in the shroud of this grey home | |
| I'll paint a picture all my own |