كلمات When Character Loses It's Colour

The colour, it grows up Leaving me all used up I cut the gradience without constant velcro You hold that head high, though you do not go So let me slip into grey, where I'm wastin' away The displaced portraits fell from their frames Portraits fell from their frames I'll put you down like the dog that you are You mess with me and my gut, you'll be leaving in scars You won't forget the taste of my spit in your face When you're only knee deep, through pictures ablaze I'll put you down like the dog that you are You mess with me and my gut, you'll be leaving in scars You won't forget the taste of my spit in your face You see me walkin' down the street you better pick up the pace And for a damsel in distress; you're just a little over dressed I'd rather save my air, that breathes faster elsewhere Yeah, yeah