Oh, wouldn’t it be such a nice introduction to tell you what you see is what you get?

But to tell the truth, you don’t know me

Not like you could've tried

Plaster me with an identity so I can hardly see

If that’s what makes you happy

My sight's getting worse

I sleep through the exits

You keep me up through the night

With the thoughts that I hide behind

Now gather round to see a portrait so bittersweet

You’ll place the blame on me

And when the colors start to fade

Take the artist to the stake

Burn him at the stake

My sight is getting worse

I sleep through the exits

You keep me up through the night

With the thoughts that I hide behind

Now gather round to see...

The paint chip off this frame

You’re speeding up the process

Just get it over with, I can’t take this

You look amused with your progress

And I can’t help but break through the paint