I painted a picture today
This painting has alot of twists
It was made from the blood
From my very own wrists
When people see it they flench
Their souls become trapt within
They'll be stuck in there forever
Living with chaos and sin
They know that they wont get out
And from inside of that picture, they'll die
I never meant for it to happen
But as soon as that person walked by
It phened on their blood
And made them a prisoner for life
And each day, there's new blood
Because they found the hidden knife
They took their life away
And let the blood drain
For thats all the picture wanted
Was for blood to rain |