Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink yeahNow think of your body as the pen where the ink residesFuse the two; KAPOW! What are you know?You're the humane magic markerWon't you please surprise my eyes?!It's in your nature, you can paint whatever picture you likeNo matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonightSo modify this third rock from the sunBy painting myriads of pictures with the colors of oneI'm sick of painting in black and whiteMy pen is dry now I'm uptightSo sick of limiting myself to fit your definitionPicture the scene, where whatever you thought, would, in the blink of an eye,manifest and become illustratedYou'd be sure man that every line drawn reflected a lifeThat you loved not an existence that you hatedSo, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight?We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in paintLet's figure out what the fuck it's about before the picture we paintedChews us up and spits us outI'm sick of painting in black and whiteMy pen is dry, now I'm uptightSo sick of limiting myself to fit your definition

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