Pingere Nigrum aka Paint It Black

[Hook]
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black

[Verse 1: Damien Quinn]
I see a red door, I wanna paint it black
Like the darkness that surrounds you once your casket is latched
Fuck rap, what is whack when you feel so dead inside?
If I could tear out your insides I'd feel a little pride
Hidin from the fact that everybody's out to get me
If you're tryin not to die pussy, I really wouldn't tempt me
Yes I'm feelin empty and this Jager ain't talkin back
Tryin to cope with the fact that Garret ain't comin back
Here's Johnny with an axe, I swear I'll fuckin kill you
Take one swing and slice right through you
Through your eyes I feel alive
Now that the reaper has arrived
Knowin where you're goin, your soul's bout to fry
When you scream, God why, it makes me laugh a little
Tickle you with my knife, then I drag it down the middle
Of your stomach I'm like fuck it
Cut it, lunge it in your gullet
My obsession with death is whatever you call it...

[Hook]
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black