Låttexter: Final Fantasy. Horsetail Feathers.

I?m smarter than a chair, until it needs
red paint
Then I?m amazed in a forest of stares
Crying oil, and picking horsetail feathers
From my eyes

A grin of shadows press my face
I am a forger or a fake
Who dabs and bursts each blood-filled egg
And whips his raw steak of a brush into an X

I wanna quit with all my skin
But I can?t find a place to sit with all this red
On my hands
Or even trace these slapdash tears back to
the start

I coat it twice, and thrice
I rub it on with tan lotion
And like a child, I let it stream
Watching it ebb, full of emotion

My neighbour stares, I?m red as Mars
(He?s smarter than a can of paint)
?It looks real nice,? he finally says
?And where?s your lovely wife today??

?She?s in the house baking a cake.?