You Make Wonderful Pictures

Ive heard the sacred movements, through notes there was color in phrase
I stole your precious moments, took em all in just one day
Psycho! with my thumbprint on a pad, scan my mind for empty phrases
Go on. Go on use me. I am your refuse. Ill be an empty mold
Go on. Make me beg and plead. I have no physic flow. I remember nothing
I’ve trekked through all the forests
I’ve tamed the wood and rain. I am no weird or wonder I hate the
Silence and the pain
Time moves slow in this room I’m all alone
All my glitches keep me guessing these pretty pictures are my blessing
When questions are all that’s left
The past is gone but things still need to be said
Take a day and walk to the edge of it all
No greater force will. No greater force will take that fall
Selfish dreams. Lay me down I’m losing
I’m hiding but not safe from. With darkened visions i can’t see the curtain fall
I’ve tried, I’m blocked in but the bitterness so right
Expectations I deserve nothing more
Go on use me I am your refuse, I’ll be an empty mold
Go on make me beg and plead, I remember nothing
We’d like to take this time with some regrets from you
We focus on regrets we’d like to take the time and fumble through the years
The ones that made us cry then we play it again again again
Then share it with friends the sobbing is a song a lasting trend the cravings
gone
In the daily purge I wait always the first to stuff their face I sit and trace
both my hands in place
With no sound no color this room seems so dull I’m left here watching all the
pictures fall
My limbs grow long and my skin is so plain my ears are plagued by all the same
Yea they mastered the tricks I’ve mastered the pain. Yea I’ve done it to myself
No I can’t complain
Yea I’ve done it to myself
Yea I’ve done it to myself
I’ve done it