Blood On Canvas

Blood, all I see is blood (blood)
For the whole damn history
All that was and all will be
It is made by blood
Shed for oil and god (god)
Spilled for gold and liberty
Wasted for dictocracy

Blood, paint with blood (blood)

I would like to rhyme something positive
Nothing about anger, violence and grief
But it’s all the same for the last decades
No one is to blame and nothing changes fate

If I were a poet I would write my ode in red
With the blood of innocence, the color of the dead
If I were a painter I would dip my brush in pain
To paint a screen of horror, to be forever stained

Paint with blood
Blood on canvas
Blood, blood on canvas

I would like to type something more polite
Rather to insult you every day and night
I would love to write something different
But what can I say that you would understand

If I were a poet I would write my ode in red
With the blood of innocence, the color of the dead
If I were a painter I would dip my brush in pain
To paint a screen of horror, to be forever stained

Paint with blood
Blood on canvas
Blood, blood on canvas

The pictures of the future are the pictures of the past
History has shown us everything that’s gonna last
Crave for something new but then repeat the old mistakes
There won’t be a change but just a constant re arrange

Paint with blood
Blood on canvas
Blood
Blood, blood on canvas
Blood, blood on canvas

Blood on canvas (canvas)