canvas in the dead of night all i see are empty walls a labyrinth in monochrome in a crystal ball haunted by the emptiness now i have no choice standing at the gates of death where i ll paint my nose discipline is not my strength ink is on the snow poetry tied up in chains escaping through my soul x2 like a vandal i m on the run run run i m on the run run run peg me for a criminal but i love you still casually in perfect rhyme as i write my will these bricks are full of misery and it fits my time i ll go down in history for a passion crime discipline is not my strength ink is on the snow poetry tied up in chains escaping through my soul  x2 like a vandal i m on the run run run i m on the run run run x2 like a vandal i m on the run run run i m on the run run run