Picasso

[verse] Brushstrokes thick n’ heavy, revealin’ memories of yesterday Hands turnin’ raw, I think I’m gettin’ a little carried away Lungs filled with lead, my visions gettin’ blurry Breakin’ every limit, movin’ in a flash of fury Paint bucket on the floor, I’m usin’ up every drop Bare walls closin’ in, stay quiet let the colors talk Every splash discovers, what I tried to bury deep Every shade awakens, promises I just can’t keep [pre-chorus] Figures in the plaster refuse to fade Staring at me cold, handmade and deranged Lost inside the fumes, I hallucinate Every single face already knows my name… [chorus] Scrapin’ down the walls! Peelin’ off the paint! Tearin’ through the canvas in a frenzied state! I’m so fucked up, but this is my release Painting my Picasso–no restraint! No restraint! I paint my pain! No restraint! I paint my pain! [verse] Brush clenched in my teeth, copper taste on my tongue Blood mixin’ with my spit, I think I’m comin’ undone Mirror falls and cracks, shards scatter all over the floor Still chasin’ that high, these feelins' I can't ignore Half alive and wired, runnin’ on the edge of sleep Drippin’ slow and steady, like the consequences I reap Every layer holdin’ secrets, but they won’t stay hidden long My hands won’t stop, no matter how many rights I wrong [bridge/breakdown] The voices say just one more time Body burnin’ hotter as the colors collide Inhalin’ all this mess, lettin’ it take hold The real masterpiece happens when I lose control… When I lose control… I lose control!! [instrumental with high energy then builds into the final chorus] [high-energy swung 2-step garage groove at full intensity, thick punchy analog kicks, deep sub bass driving hard, dense shoegaze guitar walls + sharp post-punk stabs, rising filtered Juno/Prophet arpeggios with resonance sweeps, building tension and release] [final chorus] Scrapin’ down the walls! Peelin’ off the paint! Tearin’ through the canvas in a frenzied state! I’m so fucked up, but this is my release Painting my Picasso–no restraint! No restraint! I paint my pain! No restraint! I paint my pain! (No restraint…) (I paint my pain…) [outro] [sparse filtered movement – fading deep sub bass pulses, echoing shoegaze guitar swells with heavy reverb and tape echo, distant intimate vocal echoes, warm analog tape saturation + subtle vinyl dust]