Paint again without colors   Drawling lines is not enough   All your acts aren't drawlings   You can't hide them anymore   You can laugh, but you can't feign   That this line doesn't matter   You can try, but you can't get   What hands need to create   Drawlings vanish, time says   You're about to paint your face   Now watch your step or you could strumble   Strumble on your fucking dirt   You can see, but you can't face   What your fear's about to taste   You can try, but you can't learn   That scorn's what you deserve       Whoever you are   Whatever you want from me   Whatever you say   Fuck off and walk      Draw yourself you'll see nothing   You're just link in a wrong place   The wrong words, the wrong faces   Twisted lines is all what you paint   You can see, but you can't face   What your fear's about to taste   You can try, but you can't learn   That scorn's what you deserve