twisted lines
Paint again without colors
Drawing lines is not enough
All your acts arent drawings
You cant hide them anymore
You can laugh, but you cant feign
That this line doesnt matter
You can try, but you cant get
What hands need to create
Drawings vanish, time says
Youre about to paint your fate
Now watch your step or you could stumble
Stumble on your ******* dirt
You can see, but you cant face
What your fears about to taste
You can try, but cant learn
That scorns what you deserve
Whoever you are
Whatever you want from me
Whatever you say
**** off and walk
Draw yourself youll see nothing
Youre just ink in a wrong place
The wrong words , the wrong faces
Twisted lines is all what you paint
You can see, but you cant face
What your fears about to taste
You can try, but you cant learn
That scorns what you deserve