Painting Pretty Pictures (Of You Dying)

He Ha Hao

I'll paint you pretty pictures
With all my ugly lies
I'll make you a living canvas
As I pluck out both your eyes

I can see you coming
I hear your trembling voice
I sense the fear that's dripping
Making you so fucking moist

I'll paint you pretty pictures
With all my ugly lies
I'll make you a living canvas
As I pluck out both your eyes
I'll tell you lovely stories
Of how I'll take your life
I'll make you think twice
About locking your door tonight

Your Boogeyman is coming
Coming fucking hard
Your Boogeyman is coming
To leave you another scar

I'll paint you pretty pictures
With all my ugly lies
I'll make you a living canvas
As I pluck out both your eyes
I'll tell you lovely stories
Of how I'll take your life
I'll make you think twice
About locking your door tonight

Maybe I'm in that shadow
Maybe I'm behind that door
Maybe you should check that curtain
Maybe you shouldn't check anymore
Now I'm right behind you
I'm that creak in the hall
I'll bash your face through the wall

I'll paint you pretty pictures
With all my fucking lies
I'll make you a living canvas
As I pluck out both your eyes
I'll make up gorgeous fables
With all your insides
I'll make you perfect
With only a little crying

I'll paint you pretty pictures
With all my fucking lies
I'll make you a living canvas
As I pluck out both your eyes
I'll tell you lovely stories
Of how I'll take your life
I'll make you think twice
About locking your door

I'll tell you gorgeous fables
With all your insides
I'll make you fucking perfect
As I'm watching you die

I'll paint you pretty pictures
With all my fucking lies
I'll make you a living canvas
As I pluck out both your eyes
I'll tell you lovely stories
Of how I'll take your life
I'll make you think twice
About locking your door



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Hollar
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