THE WORLD LOOKS WHITE/RED — A LYRICAL ADAPTATION

I TAKE MY BRUSHES, TAKE MY BRUSHES PAINT UNTIL THE WORLD TURNS RED { —————— } i finished this entire thing in One Day in a fit of boredom spurred on by being sick and stuck in my house. enjoy { —————— } LYRICS: [The World Looks White] Wandering these endless alleys Black and white in patterned tilings I can see my own self stumbling Reflected in perfectly clean Walls and floors and arched ceilings Labyrinthine neverending I grow tired of hearing my own Breathing, stepping, walking, dreaming Numbing is the feeling of my Feet touching the flooring, I can’t Recall what I did to be confined Inside of mazelike mind, I Cannot rest my aching head Even the air wishes me dead I could not tell a falsehood, truly I would wish the same upon me [The World Looks Red] {Mannequin} Endless humming endless seeing Endless clawing at my being White, then pink, then oh-so red Glorious viscera on my hands {Machine} O Vessel of Mirror My palette for painting upon I take my brushes, take my brushes Paint until the world turns- O Mother of Life My colors with which I cover all I take my brushes, take my brushes, Paint until the world turns red {Mannequin} Wandering these endless alleys Black and white in broken tilings I can’t see myself inside the Reflections when guns are blazing {Husk} Tell me, steel being How do you see me As something breathing Or just a refueling These songs of mercy Weaponry firing into me Percussion of bullets Metal whines as singing (Sing it to me) These songs of mercy (Grace me with being nothing again) Weaponry firing into me (Paint with my mind, shattered) Bassline of gears whirring (What’s to it to put one more hole in it) Listen as I am spared by thee {Mannequin} Numbing is the feeling of my Feet touching the flooring, I can’t Recall what I did to be confined Inside of mazelike mind, I Cannot rest my aching head Even the air wishes me dead I could not tell a falsehood, truly I would wish the same upon me {Husk} Endless humming endless bleeding Endless scratching for my freeing White, then pink, then oh-so red Glorious viscera on my hands {Machine} O Vessel of Mirror My palette for painting upon I take my brushes, take my brushes Paint until the world turns- O Mother of Life My colors with which I cover all I take my brushes, take my brushes, Paint until the world turns red {Mannequin} Tell me, steel being Why do you see me In need of freeing When our job’s suffering {Husk} Tell me, steel being How do you see me As something breathing Or just a refueling These songs of mercy Weaponry firing into me Percussion of bullets Metal whines as singing These songs of mercy Weaponry firing into me Bassline of gears whirring Listen as I am spared by thee These songs of mercy Weaponry firing into me Percussion of bullets Metal whines as singing (Sing it to me) These songs of mercy (Grace me with being nothing again) Weaponry firing into me (Paint with my mind, shattered) Bassline of gears whirring (What’s to it to put one more hole in it) Listen as I am spared by thee