Color Theory

Black Dali

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Hand me the rope, I'll do it myself
Cause everything changes, nothing stands still
Hand me the razor, I'll make it my friend
Teach it to my brothes, till the end, until the end

Can't call me a sinner, can't call me a saint
Trade wine for water 'cause it thins my paint
So let me paint you a picture, so you can't say
That yo saw it different or we don't think the same
Think the same

Welcome to the new age
Another time and another place
I keep a bullet for the bad days
No matter how many times we waste
Maybe when the light comes out
We can play again in the puddles
Maybe when the Sun does shine
We can let go of our troubles

Can't call me a sinner, can't call me a saint
Trade wine for water 'cause it thins my paint
So let me paint you a picture, so you can't say
That yo saw it different or we don't think the same
Think the same

Load a gun with a silver bullet
So you can pierce my skin
Maybe when the moons not full lit
We can go back to being friends
Look aroud and see the world is colder
Especially now that I'm older
I know it's all gonna end
She said it's all gonna end

I know it's all gonna end
For me now