Paint me a picture
A picture of blood.
Make it neat and perfect,
Make it nothing like crude.
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Make it with care.
Make it with red.
Make it of you
At home, shot dead.
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Paint me a picture,
A picture of gore.
Slit all our wrists
And let the blood pore.
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Make me smile
Or make me cry,
Just sing me a song,
A gruesome lullaby.
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Paint me a picture,
A picture of pain.
In life there is nothing,
Nothing to gain.
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Make me see it.
Make it seem real.
Make it be equal
To how I now feel.
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Paint me a picture,
A picture of death.
Make me remember
My lover, my Beth.
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Make it where in it,
Everyone does die.
My sorrow, my pain,
Nevermore I'll cry.
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Paint me a picture,
A picture of me.
Paint me this picture
Hanging dead from a tree.
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My covers are red,
My tears stain my cheeks.
All covered in scars,
My pain's reached it's peak.
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Paint me a picture,
A picture to gaze.
Paint it on me,
My tombstone, my grave.
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My pain now still strifes,
To Hell I have gone.
Forever in pain,
Singing gruesome sad songs.
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Paint me a picture,
A picture of blood.
Paint it of you,
With all the ones loved.
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Paint it right now,
While you are still free.
Your death is tomorrow,
You'll end up like me.
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Paint me a picture,
A picture of song.
Sing it right now,
For tomorrow you're gone.
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Paint it of blood,
Paint it of pain.
Paint it right now,
For tomorrow you hang.
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Paint me a picture,
A picture of death.
You have no choice,
There is nothing left.
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All now is gone,
All taken away.
The trees have all fallen,
Never again to sway.
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Paint me a picture,
A picture of blood.
Make it neat and perfect,
Make it nothing like crude.
.
Make it with care,
And make it with red.
Make it of you,
In bed and shot dead.