Pain disguised as rain
Is upon the mainland
Vein cutting's praised
For a rat behind bars in jail
The past is haunting me
And now I'm suffering
Yet hope is endless
Pictures in front of me
The man whom I could be
Still out of reach
My hands are stained
Is it blood or paint?
Flames burn the blame
That I hold within
Innocence broken
I'm left wide open
Walking on glass so thin
Repentance for my sins
I'll start tomorrow
The tears that line my face
Running red and vague
Their brush strokes hollow
Is it blood or paint?
Now I can't breathe
The air that's
Around me
Caress my
Own kin with
Broken hands
Now I can't breathe
The air that's
Around me
Caress my
Own kin with
Broken hands