The Impressionist

歌詞

O' I wish I knew you; you were already dead! And if I could've, know I surely would've -Already dead Disasters will blow through a second time Just to make it certain no one somehow dropped behind And you will form yourself around me Life falls right into groove Paint it red -A child's tracing of the shape that was once you I left my honor at the desk Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy I want no reward; I've lost interest in that crowd It's so much easier to function with no guise of safety If I'm so cruel, invite your god to strike me down Retract, withdraw, collect, push out, reform -The process of creation from my own perspective And it's hard to make connections When the flesh gets so decrepit Still, regret is for the lonely man I pride myself in all I have done Look how they formed themselves around me! Life falls right into groove Paint it red -A child's tracing of the shape that was once you I cut the whole and sculpt it into something new And pure-relaxed-your worthless blood made true That demands attention! I'll make it happen 'cause I'm better than you You're disappointed, but it's only 'cause I'm better than you I suffered, and it made me so much better than you Now, it's your turn to weep, and it's my turn to rule Rip you in half because I'm better than you I can build you into greatness or be better than you I'll eat your dreams just to see what makes me better than you Now, it's your turn to weep, and it's my turn to rule I'm freaking out because I'm better than you! You're disappointed that I'm better than you! I'm only someone 'cause I'm better than you! I'll make it happen 'cause I'm better I left my honor at the desk Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy I want no reward; I've lost interest in that crowd It's so much easier to function with no guise of safety If I'm so cruel, invite your god to strike me down I'll make it happen No in-betweens You're picture-perfect! I left my honor at the desk Somewhere in Bruges or Quincy I want no reward; I've lost interest in that crowd It's so much easier to function with no guise of safety If I'm so cruel, invite your god to strike me down Retract, withdraw, reform me into something new And pure-relaxed-my worthless blood made true! He'll make it happen if he's better than me Now that would demand attention!