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Thought Dry Paint Can't Bleed
The paint is drying out
And we have made no sound
We've lied to save ourselves
Are we to make it out
We sit in silence and stare at you
We wait for you to bleed
We wait for you...
We wait for you to bleed
You will make it clear
That we've made no sound
We're planning our escape
Are we to make it out
We're not facing dark alone
We wait for you to bleed
We wait for you... (x2)
We wait for you to bleed
Chorus: The paint is leaking out
We find ourselves watching, waiting
Down the walls you crawl
The floor fills with your color
Could that have been our fate too
We stood unnoticed here
We stayed to see you fall
Hit the ground and we'll run
We've waited so long for this
We now kow..that...
Dry..paint can bleed...
We'll run so far away
We still have made no sound
When the rain begins to fail
And when the forests fall
We'll be safe at home
We wait for you to bleed
We wait for you...
We wait for you to bleed
Now that we're safe at home
We've stayed silent too long
We have our brighter days
Could this be our happy ending
We have made it out
We wait for you to bleed
We wait for you... (x2)
We wait for you to bleed
Chorus: The paint is leaking out
We find ourselves watching, waiting
Down the walls you crawl
The floor fills with your color
Could that have been our fate too
We stood unnoticed here
We stayed to see you fall
Hit the ground and we'll run
We've waited so long for this
We now kow..that...
Dry..paint can bleed...
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