When you paint this town red, why not do it from your veins Let torrential tears of silver salt wash away the stains Be not concerned with petty things like pain or shame or fear Let these gutters swallow secrets your simple self held dear Free the buried stones When the last call has bled you thin Rest on the shoulders of every sin Remember there's no endeavor worth all the worry of the dour mind When you yearn to switch the light to dim This known condition will not detain you From the sunrise of each day of blame From the sunset and each night in vain, each night insane Why conquer? Why solve? Why conquer what cannot evolve? If you pick apart the one who bellows fire under everyone Time will not heal the hearts of the dumb When you paint this town red, why not do it from your veins