The Impressionist 歌词

Changing light, flowing colors Delicate strokes caress the fibers The perception of time, redefined The brush be my sword, the canvas my flesh Arms open to the churning web Blurred visions in my eyes A metamorphosis inside a painted chrysalis Fashioned from threads of my own skin Paint me away, shift my shape in the still life I was myself and now I am the still life Loathsome, monstrous, deranged visions Brushed away glimmers of sanity Open me up for true clarity Whilst sketching terrors for all to see A mural of glowing confusion and anxiety Laughing puppets rife with folly drowning deep in me Their death like smiles lurk behind the canvas Paint me away, shift my shape in the still life I was myself and now I am the still life Incandescence, a breathing rhythm Remembering the essence of color This is my world, this is my canvas I found myself and now you are the still life Swarms of petals fall from sky Losing their color as they die Brush away innocence and reveal the horror Paint away movement and air, shifting shapes I found myself and now you are the still life