Why Conquer?

When you paint this town red, why not do it from your veins
 Let torrential tears of silver salt wash away the stains
 Be not concerned with petty things like pain or shame or fear
 Let these gutters swallow secrets your simple self held dear
 Free the buried stones
 When the last call has bled you thin
 Rest on the shoulders of every sin
 Remember there's no endeavor worth all the worry of the dour mind
 When you yearn to switch the light to dim
 This known condition will not detain you
 From the sunrise of each day of blame
 From the sunset and each night in vain, each night insane
 Why conquer? Why solve? Why conquer what cannot evolve?
 If you pick apart the one who bellows fire under everyone
 Time will not heal the hearts of the dumb
 When you paint this town red, why not do it from your veins