Spray the canLet it leak,Enjoy the rush,Let it make you weak....Express yourselfIn a timely fashion,Take pride in your workMake it your passion....Satisfy your cravingWith your name as your word,Do it again and againUntil you feel like you've been heard...."
From above a rain of ashes descends Anathema I will remain, forever will remain From below, in my seclusion Look up to the sky to see paper wings and watch them burn