[Verse 1] You're 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