The paint is running
The paint is running out
The painting started
But never finished
Just a great whiteness
Of nothing setting apart
The painting started
But never finished
The paint is running
The paint is running out
It's all over
There is no art
Cause I'm nothing
without my heart
Now I'm running dry
Cause I painted with blood
The paint is running
The paint is running dry
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