They say my pixels are a problem. They tell me to curve my pixels right. They say, I can't keep myself from trying of every drawing right in my sight. They worship a patience's, a virtue. Oh, they say pixels are my sins. But my desire, is bottomless, I WANNA DRAW YOUR THROAT AND I'LL COLOR YOU UNTIL I GET SICK! The pixels, oh, they are the lost and the found. Unsatisfied, until i've got you drawn alive. So grab a paint, draw and paste, 顏色令人陶醉 (The color's intoxicating), I'm still drinking, on the butcher's paint.
Ik you told me not to do it, but I did it anyways. :3 Somebody give me the OG music :(
