[ 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.