Imagine your brain as a
canister filled with ink
yeah, now think of your body
as the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two; KAPOW!
What are you now?
You re the human magic marker, won t you
please surprise my eyes?
It s in your nature,
you can paint whatever picture
you like no matter what
Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
by painting myriads of pictures
with the colors of one
I m sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I m uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
would, in the blink of an eye,
manifest and become illustrated
You d be sure man that every
line drawn reflected a life that you loved
not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
we can t get it straight?
We ve painted a picture,
now we re drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it s about
before the picture we painted
chews us up and spits us out
I m sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I m uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Redefine

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