The Impressionist

O' I wish I knew you, you were already dead

And if I could've, know I surely would've

Already dead

Disasters will blow through a second time

Just to make it certain no one somehow dropped behind

And you will form yourself around me

Life falls right into groove

Paint it red

A child's tracing of the shape that was once you

I left my honor at the desk

Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy

I want no reward, I've lost interest in that crowd

It's so much easier to function with no guise of safety

If I'm so cruel, invite your God to strike me down

Retract, withdraw, collect, push out, reform

The process of creation from my own perspective

And it's hard to make connections

When the flesh gets so decrepit

Still, regret is for the lonely man

I pride myself in all I have done

Look how they formed themselves around me!

Life falls right into groove

Paint it red

A child's tracing of the shape that was once you

I cut the whole and sculpt it into something new

And pure, relaxed, your worthless blood made true

That demands attention!

I'll make it happen 'cause I'm better than you

You're disappointed, but it's only 'cause I'm better than you

I suffered, and it made me so much better than you

Now it's your turn to weep, and it's my turn to rule

Rip you in half because I'm better than you

I can build you into greatness or be better than you

I'll eat your dreams just to see what makes me better than you

Now it's your turn to weep, and it's my turn to rule

I'm freaking out because I'm better than you!

You're disappointed that I'm better than you!

I'm only someone 'cause I'm better than you!

I'll make it happen 'cause I'm better

I left my honor at the desk

Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy

I want no reward, I've lost interest in that crowd

It's so much easier to function with no guise of safety

If I'm so cruel, invite your God to strike me down

I'll make it happen

No in-betweens

You're picture-perfect!

I left my honor at the desk

Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy

I want no reward, I've lost interest in that crowd

It's so much easier to function with no guise of safety

If I'm so cruel, invite your God to strike me down

Retract, withdraw, reform me into something new

And pure, relaxed, my worthless blood made true!

He'll make it happen if he's better than me

Now that would demand attention!