You drew your blade
Without a crayon set or
Primary colour
Primary coloured pencils
You can't erase a bloodstain
You can't erase a bloodstain
Your crooked
Crooked weathered fingers
Strike me down
Like lightning bolts
You drew first blood
Without a gun or a
Rusty set of nunchucks
Your paintbrush hurts enough
You can't erase a bloodstain
You can't erase a bloodstain
Your crooked
Crooked weathered fingers
Strike me down
Like lightning bolts
Your crooked
Crooked weathered fingers
Strike me down
Like lightning bolts