What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight
It's the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on a train
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening
And it is fucked up, fucked up
This is your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't.
You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
Cause I'm right here in your arms today
With your fingers you can touch me.
I'm your Black Swan.
Thom Yorke - Black Swan
I made this picture as a quick sketch in facebook's graffiti app just because of boredom last night and then finished it in photoshop now. I don't know if it's some sort of self portrait or not, it's just random really. I was listening to this song by Thom Yorke as I was painting it. I was given this song some time ago, and I've been listening it to it a lot ever since. I love it really.