Tonight I Paint in Flesh Color

Sweet dreams of hatred for what churns rational minds
They called me genius but I've since left them behind
And tonight, I will make your corpse turn red...

Into my roadside hovel, my face against the blinds
A charnel house with hanging hooks - not what you'd expect to find
And tonight, I will make your corpse turn red...

Tonight I paint in flesh color
But your flesh is wet and your bones are red tonight...

Funhouse scream or spider dream, it takes some nerve to try
My graveside manner begs you look painhouse in the eye
And tonight, I will make your corpse turn red...

Tonight I paint in flesh color
But your flesh is wet and your bones are red tonight...

Tonight I paint in flesh color
Tonight I paint in flesh color
Tonight I paint in flesh color
But your flesh is wet and your bones are red tonight...

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