Oh, this young canvas
Paint me a picture of my surroundings
With brush strokes of hatred
Shades of lust
Paint me a portrait you'll want to forget
Shape me with aggressive lines
A piece that's subjective
But not of my own views
My only perspective comes from all of you
If I have to give my life to something
I might as well give it all to nothing
How ironic when art is supposed to speak
Mold me with your repulsive qualities
Shape me in the ways of man
Cast me in informal balance
For I'll have no balance at all
A serrated rib to my soul
To score my heart with the world
Oh, this young canvas
Paint me a picture of my surroundings
With brush strokes of hatred
Shades of lust
Paint me a portrait you'll want to forget
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Oh, this young canvas
Paint me a picture of my surroundings
With brush strokes of hatred
Shades of lust
Paint me a portrait you'll want to forget
Shape me with aggressive lines
A piece that's subjective
But not of my own views
My only perspective comes from all of you
If I have to give my life to something
I might as well give it all to nothing
How ironic when art is supposed to speak
Mold me with your repulsive qualities
Shape me in the ways of man
Cast me in informal balance
For I'll have no balance at all
A serrated rib to my soul
To score my heart with the world
Oh, this young canvas
Paint me a picture of my surroundings
With brush strokes of hatred
Shades of lust
Paint me a portrait you'll want to forget
Paint me a picture of my surroundings
With brush strokes of hatred
Shades of lust
Paint me a portrait you'll want to forget
Shape me with aggressive lines
A piece that's subjective
But not of my own views
My only perspective comes from all of you
If I have to give my life to something
I might as well give it all to nothing
How ironic when art is supposed to speak
Mold me with your repulsive qualities
Shape me in the ways of man
Cast me in informal balance
For I'll have no balance at all
A serrated rib to my soul
To score my heart with the world
Oh, this young canvas
Paint me a picture of my surroundings
With brush strokes of hatred
Shades of lust
Paint me a portrait you'll want to forget
Writer: ETHAN VINCE PRUDHOMME
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave