Glory Taken

I will paint my body red, I will stain my mind black
Red as the blood that flows through blackened ashes
I will varnish outside the lines of what I thought to be right
All that will be left, when I'm burned to the ground, is a canvas of abstract colors

Tattoos, Piercings, Tight jeans and deathly screams
Why can't they see what the fuck we mean
When we describe the fucked up hollywood scene
No shoes, No shirts, Glory taken and drinks shaken

I will taint the well, I will feint my own friends
Well enough to know, Too foolish to do right
I will speak my mind and scream my affliction away
All that will be left, when I've lost my voice, is a quiet sky of red clouds and burnt wings