Paint the world,
the same color as war.
Paint my soul,
the same shade as yours.
And use the paint from your tears,
to paint away your piontless fears.
Make the paint,
color it with your life.
Use the paint,
with the hair of fallen angels.
And let you and i,
learn to fly,
while eveyone dies,
under a bloodred sky.
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