[ Verse 1 ]
Brace your broken finger from all the times you shot me down
Lying now won't cover your guilt-stained hands
You stabbed me in the back, revealing your shaded lies
This time, your canvas won't come clean
[ Chorus ]
Broken frame, black-stained brush from all the
Times you concealed your lies,
But still they seep through the lines
Wake up! You paint a portrait of a lying heart
[ Verse 2 ]
Tracing the technique to strengthen your ability
Harsh strokes try to weaken my design
Scared of failing, you've become what you despise
This time, your canvas won't come clean