When you paint this town red
Why not do it from your veins?
Let torrential tears of silver salt
Wash away the stains
Be not concerned with petty things
Like pain or shame or fear
Let these gutters swallow secrets your simple self held dear
Free the buried stones
When the last call has bled you thin
Rest on the shoulders of every sin
Remember there's no endeavor
Worth all the worry of the dour mind
When you yearn to switch the light to dim
This known condition will not detain you
From the sunrise of each day of blame
From the sunset and each night in vain, each night insane
Why conquer? Why solve?
Why conquer what cannot evolve?
If you pick apart the one who bellows fire under everyone
Time will not heal the hearts of the dumb
When you paint this town red, why not do it from your veins?