Images

Sound the alarm

Color swarms below

A calm before the storm

The faintest memories

You call out to your post

The father, son, holy ghost

Her potions seem to settle

Her position in the middle of it all

Just shattered images

Broken dreams that lay ahead

And in all of the ways that she lusts, a misguided mystery

Of shattered images

Broken dreams that lay ahead

And it's all of the ways that she bends that keep you diving into her seas

She is something you can't diagnose

The sounds, the pictures, the prose

You couldn't make it any farther

You've been treading under water

Sticks and stones will break your bones

Words they hurt like hell

She talked too soon, she picked and spooned

Yet you're underneath her spell

It's all of the pictures she's painted

All of the pictures she's painted

I paint myself

I hate myself

I paint myself

I paint myself out