Flesh Colored Canvas Songtext
von Dead Confederate

My vision′s still blurred by the tricks that you turned
I danced and fell back
I laid open-eyed, drinking heart wine
Soaking in all that I lacked
A lover accused of standing abuse then
Turning and running the track
A pawn in the game that muses had made
Somehow I always attract
Tainted and twisted, my drinks double-fisted
Aiming the path at a crash
Killing the time painting teeth with red wine
Spitting color to your back
A Pollock-like painting that don't keep you waiting,
The feeling bleeds out of a gash
Your cutting won′t peel, the washing won't heal
The meaning however abstract
This is how I changed my mind


A quick stroke of black on a flesh-colored canvas
Emoting the sympathy left
Seven strokes red aiming ends at your head
Each for a sacrifice met
Dark blue blurs on the ends of your curves
The sadness you caused and I kept
I tie it all in with a solid gold pen
A frame to make sure that it's felt
The medium bleeds but at least you can see
A mirror can reach to your back
It reminds you of me and what I stand to be
With obvious subtle attach
Lay on your side so it lasts a lifetime
Learn from this simple abstract
The painter has gone and you stand alone
Gone with the tip of my hat
This is how I changed my mind