Verse I
I paint your death that you don’t see
The strokes of the brush pain your grave
Is it true or do I deny?
Blinded by the canvas that I may slave.
Verse II
Uncouncious to the death all around
The red that drips from my art.
Not paint bu blood from you
I miss the love from your heart
Chorus
The strokes of the brush that are... Cursed!