I see the world in a swirl of hues,   but my favorite color is shame.   Tonight the sky is painted...   Tonight the sky is painted melancholy   and the wind sings songs as if it would lament   some tragedy on the far side of the world.   We're in the deep pockets of my mind,   where I lust after blood and pain.   Tonight the sky is painted...   Tonight the sky is painted melancholy   and the wind sings songs as if it would lament   some tragedy on the far side of the world.   I am I   And the world is a woman from whom I must take take take   In an act of lust, in an act of pride   And I am damned, but can I be saved?   But can I be saved?    ...Saved!   Tonight the sky is painted...   Tonight the sky is painted...   Tonight the sky is painted...    Tonight the sky is…    Melancholy and the wind sings songs as if it would lament   some tragedy on the far side of the world.   And the wind sings songs as if it would lament   some tragedy on the far side of the world.