When they take it off,
It's not air that I breathe in
It ain't my skin that crawls
These aren't my teeth coming in
Rip 'em out
Rip 'em out
Rip 'em out of me
When the waters high's
When they start to burn
And they're so strung out,
That they're taking turns
Setting it alight
But they'll never learn
Paint
Paint
Paint
And you know they'll stick their cleavers in your crotch
Now your inner leg's bleeding
Wound rips open with every step
It's not your body that's within
Rip it out
Rip it out
Rip it out of me
When the waters high's
When they start to burn
And they're so strung out,
That they're taking turns
Setting it alight
But they'll never learn
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Yorn's Apostles - Paint Lyrics
Yorn's Apostles - Paint Lyrics
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When they take it off,
It's not air that I breathe in
It ain't my skin that crawls
These aren't my teeth coming in
Rip 'em out
Rip 'em out
Rip 'em out of me
When the waters high's
When they start to burn
And they're so strung out,
That they're taking turns
Setting it alight
But they'll never learn
Paint
Paint
Paint
And you know they'll stick their cleavers in your crotch
Now your inner leg's bleeding
Wound rips open with every step
It's not your body that's within
Rip it out
Rip it out
Rip it out of me
When the waters high's
When they start to burn
And they're so strung out,
That they're taking turns
Setting it alight
But they'll never learn
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
It's not air that I breathe in
It ain't my skin that crawls
These aren't my teeth coming in
Rip 'em out
Rip 'em out
Rip 'em out of me
When the waters high's
When they start to burn
And they're so strung out,
That they're taking turns
Setting it alight
But they'll never learn
Paint
Paint
Paint
And you know they'll stick their cleavers in your crotch
Now your inner leg's bleeding
Wound rips open with every step
It's not your body that's within
Rip it out
Rip it out
Rip it out of me
When the waters high's
When they start to burn
And they're so strung out,
That they're taking turns
Setting it alight
But they'll never learn
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Paint
Writer: Maximillian Weinberg
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