The Picture

Lines are drawn for us to follow
But we are painting our own
Lines are drawn for us to follow
But we are painting our own

The melody changes and the
Lights turn off so calm in darkness
We create a new picture
Create a disaster full of colors
Light and sound

Creating a picture
So individual
It has never been seen again

Everthing is parralel
Everything is calculated
Everything's a fucking pattern
Grey and black

Curved lines
Sharp edges
Squares and circles
Lines and areas

Lines are drawn for us to respect
But we respect nothing at all

The melody changes and the
Lights turn off so calm in darkness
We create a new picture
Create a disaster full of colors
Light and sound

Creating a picture
So individual
It has never been seen again

Lines are drawn for us to follow
Lines are drawn for us to follow to follow