Letras:
Picture Bleeds Paint Enough

forgotten rusty broken mirror, memories thoughts will scrape, constant red noise, cannot escape, anticipation its not enough anticipation its not enough

got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the

beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself goin out as a hero {uhh} Picture mural pictures of us painted

Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted

got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin' the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt and a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of

from pride and now i realize don't make a move, i got that exit wound and i've cried myself dry no limits to pain, i've bled for you now bleed for

try to get your attention so I can clear my name (I know you don't care) because I've seen my picture on your dartboard Bleed without pain You're always

home, we were fed fabrications of Britain's 'glorious war'. The truth that is now filtering out paints a very different picture. * It's often been said

Soft talking: What can we do with all this fucking pain Somebody stop the pain Singing: I finally look to paint a picture of my whole life And for