Homemade Noises in the Cellar

Paintings and drawings are
All black, in your writing
Seepage through the walls
Your hands are red

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"So what about death?"
You always thought you'd be alone
"So what about truth?"
That just dosn't belong

Die straight, with pain
Two shadows per person, please
Jump off the cliff
Just leave your faith
Your vision is black

[Chorus]

You've turned art into a con
You've turned death into a fad

Your hands are red
Your vision is black

[Chorus]

Your hands are red
Your vision is black
Your shadows through the wall
I say you can't take it (dead)
[Last line A Capella, "dead" screamed or whispered]