So no one's nice enough to paint your face
With red or blue or black or white
A snapshot of your truer you
To show you what no mirror can do
I do it myself, but I don't like myself
But if anyone knows you know yourself
Can I come close enough to rescue me
I'm pretty sure what the colour will be
Will I stay sane, will I be framed?
Will I look cool, will I be ashamed?
Nightfall dark or morning bright?
I think I'll choose the colour of night
I paint me a picture, with depressive strokes
Selfportrayed in indigo
I paint me a picture, with depressive strokes so bold
Selfportrayed in indigo
Grey's the skin - hanging eyes
Sick and thin - not so nice
Uncut nails - hair has died
Stressed and frail - I look so tired
Here you are, discolouration
Can't believe that this is me
A bum and freak, abomination
Forget about all vanity
Canvas tales of seven sins
The fucking face of an evil twin
I look like horror, look like fear
Like I haven't slept for a hundred years
When I die - when I am dead
Bury me - when life has fled
In return - I give to you
A little gift - of black and blue
Sing a song - party on
Have one on me - drink and breathe
In the days - that will pass
Remember me - who I was
