Painting a house Red

"Out of the box, down colorful hill.

Wind lifting tired feet, skin sensing challenge ahead...

Prayers... prayers for success.

Prayers answered, prayers... always die in time.

Face to face sleeping, losing the dream.

Face to face sleeping, open mouth breathing.

Where unadmired beings dread the due changes ahead.

Prayers... prayers for success.

Prayers, prayers answered... always die in time.

Prayers... prayers for success.

Prayers, prayers... always die in time.

Like empty roofs above, life for poor doves.

Like empty roofs above, rid of our love."

                                  - Down Colorful Hill - R.H.P.

"Lord kill the pain.

Lord kill the pain.

Don't ask again.

Kill my girlfriend, and kill my best friend Sam.

'Cause I saw their naked eyes again.

Lord kill the pain.

Lord kill the pain.

Oh, Lord kill the pain...

Don't ask you again.

Kill my neighbors, and all my family, too.

They doubt my direction.

Lord let it rain.

Lord let it rain.

Lord let it rain forever.

Lord let it rain.

Don't ask you again.

Drown my country, drown everyone but me.

So I can live peacefully.

Or put me to sleep here, and wake me in Japan.

I want to speak a new language.

Drop me a line and pour me out.

But do not find me amongst dead underground.

Let me hear the whining sounds of a big drum.

Lead me over summery hills, to a place I like to think about.

And sedate me with Tylenol pills.

Somehow I love to dream about...

Drop me a line and pour me out.

But do not find me amongst life underground.

Let me see the burning down of my home town.

Lord kill the pain."

                                      - Lord Kill the Pain - R.H.P.

These schizophrenic verses are probably the best lyrics I have heard in my whole life, they're just so, so indescribably beautiful in so many ways.... I don't know what the fuck does that even say about me, about everything...

Next is a picture of a heart-shaped bed.

I don't like red too much. Bye.

I feel... naughty.