[Verse 1]
Your fighting over crumbs and starving in the sh**
Burning in the garden as they watch over it
Put you out to pasture, while you're chomping at the bit
The line between art and pain no longer exists
[Chorus]
You're bleeding in the blur
You're dying in a ditch
Paint the picture how you want it
It's yours to make fit
[Bridge]
I'm basking in the black on black
While you're grinding in the gray
A factory of cowards an army of inane
Faith in numbers on the paper
The view will never change
Constructed just to fill the void
You oil the machine
[Chorus]
You're bleeding in the blur
You're dying in a ditch
Paint the picture how you want it
It's yours to make fit
You're bleeding in the blur
You're dying in a ditch
Paint the picture how you want it
It's yours to make it
You're bleeding in the blur