I'm painting my sorrow with these dark colors   I immortalize my painful ife into this work of art      Night after night   At the attic in dim candlelight   I return to my work   These dark lines and visions that hurt      And from the canvas I can look into my soul   The paint reflects my inner fears and my pain      Weak soul in my weaker flesh   Alone and so addicted   Lost of love made me insane   All I have is skill to paint      I'm painting my sorrow with these dark colors   I immortalize my painful life into this work of art      Pain after pain   Painted in valued works of art   The hate i have for this gift   Why can I paint the shape of suffering?      My respected art I create from my pain   Dark visions from my hollow soul      Weak soul in my weaker flesh   Alone and so addicted   Lost of love made me insane   All I have is skill to paint      Lost of love made me insane...