Paint - Gruntruck

Well, you paint with the blood from your veins

Angel with no wings, well, you come upon

Stars will recover your arms

A little more tomorrow

Well, you said that it felt so right

First time it shot, it shot like burning light

Paint with the blood from it all

Now the pain goes on and on

Well, you paint with the blood from your veins

First time it shot, it shot like burning light

Stars will recover your arms

But now the pain goes on and on

Now the pain goes on and on, yeah

Well, you paint with your blood

Coming out of your veins

Yeah, you paint with your blood

Little pictures of saints

A little more tomorrow

Yeah, a little more tomorrow

Well, you paint with your blood

Coming out of your veins

Paint with your blood

Paint with your blood

Paint with your blood

Yeah, you paint, yeah, you paint

I said, paint