When Character Loses It's Colour

The colour, it grows up

Leaving me all used up

I cut the gradience without constant velcro

You hold that head high, though you do not go

So let me slip into grey, where I'm wastin' away

The displaced portraits fell from their frames

Portraits fell from their frames

I'll put you down like the dog that you are

You mess with me and my gut, you'll be leaving in scars

You won't forget the taste of my spit in your face

When you're only knee deep, through pictures ablaze

I'll put you down like the dog that you are

You mess with me and my gut, you'll be leaving in scars

You won't forget the taste of my spit in your face

You see me walkin' down the street you better pick up the pace

And for a damsel in distress; you're just a little over dressed

I'd rather save my air, that breathes faster elsewhere

Yeah, yeah