作曲 : The Depreciation Guild On morning one when sunlight spoke an unfamiliar place i woke and my arms and limbs, all lines so faint crudely sketched in paint red, blood red, wall overhead this work of art, this lover's bed his pictures hung; the splattered marks as the curator, she starts... "oh him? he was sweet. now he's layers underneath. our ink is forever." she lied through her teeth. painted over painted over painted over love it grew from a simple crush as colors saturate the brush blue for honor and gold for the truth the artist's final touch time, gray time, it warped shapes The canvas frayed and the work replaced painted over, now all i see is an envious shade of green and now she hears me, from layers underneath, from cracks in the paint; the voice while she sleeps painted over painted over painted over
作曲 : The Depreciation Guild On morning one when sunlight spoke an unfamiliar place i woke and my arms and limbs, all lines so faint crudely sketched in paint red, blood red, wall overhead this work of art, this lover's bed his pictures hung; the splattered marks as the curator, she starts... "oh him? he was sweet. now he's layers underneath. our ink is forever." she lied through her teeth. painted over painted over painted over love it grew from a simple crush as colors saturate the brush blue for honor and gold for the truth the artist's final touch time, gray time, it warped shapes The canvas frayed and the work replaced painted over, now all i see is an envious shade of green and now she hears me, from layers underneath, from cracks in the paint; the voice while she sleeps painted over painted over painted over
