the colors have built up in my mind
they're bleeding through my heart
and nobody knows that they exist
look at my bursted veins
now do you see the red in me
it's a sign for the end

only the end of the red
will show you my blue side

i've been given my brush and plate
but where will i paint my life
and will the buyer in the sky
believe in what i dream
and it's so hard for me to explain
what i will miss
to myself