please help me with these lyrics i know some parts might be wrong
i think the song is called paint a picture

At the wrecker company meeting
on their hands a death star
and oh the plants they reap
and oh they're sickeningly green

at the wrecker company meeting
on their hands a death star
the psychopathic lads they say
"I knew him since birth and he is my twin"

reissue my package, my package
reevaluate the psalms
and it's too late to tell them
how gay he really was

alias playlist please come please come
sadly this was your wife
but you could've said "Go"
if you wanted two
but you could've said "Go"
if you wanted two

DP, I am TV BBC please them, please them
sadly, this was your wife
but you could've said "Go"
if you wanted two
you could have walked a way
couldn't you have?

i touched soundly on the cheek
you had no reel, no way of "No"-ing
in my hand i scribed:
"please tape me to you"
i don't care where you're grieving

but to you i wasn't baseless
i was scrawny not brawny
a child from those igloo nude houses
who could never begin two "No"s
who could never really "No"

double peck with a roto-graph
extra tac and a tacky badger

and they pen a vulgar scripture
of the weight they say that you were
but they can never really weigh you my darling
they can never touch your hair

best of, must have
insatiate the seed
rip them into different sleeves
wear both and feel disenfranchised

climb a new entrail, re-entry

world tour, media whore, please depressing Belgiums
sadly this was your wife
and when she fails to recook her baby
you just haven't burned it yet lately

what makes most people feel sappy
makes you head-strong into mom

so in my bedroom in those ugly nude houses
i danced my legs down to their knees
but me and my true lump
we will never eat meat again

and they pen a vulgar scripture
of the weight they say that you were
but they can never change you in my lies
they can never touch your hair

they can't not touch you my darling
they'll never hurt anymore
but me and my true lump
we will never eat meat again