Painted With Grey

Grind it down

Blank canvas it calls me, keeps drawing me to the heat
Dilute, dissolve, deconstruct

Outpour my soul and surrender it all to you
Dilute, dissolve, deconstruct

But the edge that I sharpened, made it the target
You blunted it and then cut my heart out

Dreams of the undefiled
To be unobscured
I'll hold this pure
But I am the sanitised
And the well flows
To dilute my soul again

Dilute, dissolve, deconstruct

On top of the world, but the world falls away
I'll light up the dark, then you paint it with grey, but I'll stay

But this moth is drawn in, the flame is calling me back again
Though wings are charred again I'll fly into the fire
Now Scrutinise
Bastardised
Its finalised
Idolised

Dreams of the undefiled
To be unobscured
I'll hold this pure
But I am the sanitised
And the well flows
To dilute my soul again

Grind it down
Dilute, dissolve, deconstruct