I see a red dress, and I want to paint it black.
No colors anymore, I want it to turn black.
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their steampunk clothes.
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
I see a line of ships and they're all painted black
With flamers and my love, both always to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn noobie. it just happens ev'ryday.
I look inside myself and see my gears are black
I see that red dress and I want it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy arguing that dress is really black.
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thread happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My eyes will burn away, should've listened to me mum
I see a red dress, and I want to paint it black.
No colors anymore, I want it to turn black.
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their steampunk clothes.
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
I want to see this dress painted black, black as night, black as coal
I want to see the noobs blotted out from the sky.
I want to see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yea
