Ships of oblivion Fall from the sky. The leaves are fallen angels trying To remember how to fly. Ive spent my whole life trying to understand Why the tree of life is dead And I finally reached the answer Its shadow had nothing else to shade, But a portrait of pain. Withered leaves, With their remains they paint the world. This autumn will live forever Through my song and through my words. Theres a stranger in the mirror, But I can recognize the chain That keeps me nailed to the canvas Of a portrait of pain. This is the season When God will become an atheist. This is the reason Why the fire will quench the thirst. Im the shadow who didnt have a tree, Im the shadow who didnt have a Sun, Being more than the eye could ever see, Im the shadow who shades within me A portrait of pain.
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