Twisted Lines

Paint again without colors
Drawling lines is not enough
All your acts aren't drawlings
You can't hide them anymore
You can laugh, but you can't feign
That this line doesn't matter
You can try, but you can't get
What hands need to create
Drawlings vanish, time says
You're about to paint your face
Now watch your step
Or you could strumble
Strumble on your ******* dirt
You can see, but you can't face
What your fear's about to taste
You can try, but you can't learn
That scorn's what you deserve
Whoever you are
Whatever you want from me
Whatever you say
**** off and walk
Draw yourself you'll see nothing
You're just link in a wrong place
The wrong words, the wrong faces
Twisted lines is all what you paint
You can see, but you can't face
What your fear's about to taste
You can try, but you can't learn
That scorn's what you deserve