Meu Colorista

Color the frame, pour color over me
I'm this cold, sad, and tasteless image
Treat me, blur the shadows
Let me see what it's like to feel all this love that surrounds us
(Without the director asking the editor to cut the film)

Your character ran away with your lines, it was pitiful
You lost control, the budget, and the storyboard
Your script is boring, obvious, no one will watch
Fire all this production and act yourself

Give me meaning, unravel the plot
The script is tense and full of twists
Treat me, blur the shadows
Let me see what it's like to feel all this love that surrounds us
(Without the director asking the editor to cut from the film)

Your character ran away with your lines, it was pitiful
You lost control, the budget, and the storyboard
Your script is boring, obvious, no one will watch
Fire all this production and start living

The routine is a maze that doesn't let you escape
You enter petrified and can't move
There's no rain, no water
Nothing that could dissolve one day
It's a Rivotril here, a Xanax there
So much medication that it's hard to even remember
It's an unhappy cut, it doesn't stop dropping
Sometimes, only we see
(Oh if they gave me powers, I could)
(Not depend on anyone, be my colorist)
(Without special effects)

Your character ran away with your lines, it was pitiful
You lost control, the budget, and the storyboard
Your script is boring, obvious, no one will watch
Fire all this production and start living
Oh, if they gave me powers, I could (start living)
Not depend on anyone, be my colorist (without special effects)