Your pink and lavender eyes
Leave out the red on the canvas
Your blues are mixed in with your sick yellow blood
And you are left green

It shakes like watery glass
A body colorless cracked
Didn’t wasn’t hasn’t couldn’t shouldn’t paint you with a clown’s lips

Burrow innocent hack
'Cause the machines, they are running
It’s a shame and it’s a game
And who’s to blame for all the clumsy ones?

And if we all stay dry
Then we can all point fingers

Until the storybooks take over
We all choke on the same water
(4x)

And who’s to target for blood
To join the donated bones?
And if they’re facial structure is ugly do we send them back home?