My thoughts shriek for attention in fear
Because it's afraid the world can't see clear,
But
This face cannot be seen, and this voice unheard.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.

Life is opening the cell to Insanity for its release.
It conquers and eliminates ever being of Peace,
But
I can't make a change since I'm a little child, a little piece of dirt.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.

Depression and Sorrow are pulling the strings of innocent minds
The population of humans starts to decline,
But
I'm chained up by my own weaknesses, who is inflicting more pain than I can endure.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.

Emotions engulf victims into its grasps
Pushing them  to the limit, not caring if they don't last,
But
The feeling has put my throat at the end of a knife, one false move and I'm dead for sure.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.

So I take this brush and paint this canvas of words.