Painted A Life
She comes through the painting
Into this world
Born and bred by colours
With the light as her God
Following every move I make
Every step I take is observed
Killing my thirst of longing
Far beyond the boundaries of death
I'm running down a sunlit path
Strengthened stroke by stroke
The brush, creating lives
It's like the hand of God
But this God is the pastureland of the weak
Where we will never set foot
Life's distorted by these low-minded
Made into a dismal path
Affection sinking below horizons of disgrace
Subsequently dying, immersed in blackened ignorance
The stench of sickening hypocrisy
Hiding from the truth behind walls within
Constantly reinforcing them in this world,
this world of painters
In the arms of midsummer embrace
I leave my body to the wilderness
My thoughts they fall from grace
To discover the secrets of nature
In this world, this world of painters
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- Still At Arms Length
- How Would You Like To Be Spat At
- 25th Hour; Bleeding
- Miscellaneous
- Terrorizer: Fear Candy 11
- Metal Hammer #156: Peaceville: Loud, Proud, Punk & Metal
- Red Flags
- Gothic Spirits 5
- Sonic Seducer: Cold Hands Seduction, Volume 26
- Second and Last, But Not Always
- New Dark Classics
- Rock/Prog
- Peaceville Presents... Rock / Prog
- Second and Last, But Not Always (single)
- Metallian Sampler n°27
- Hard Rock #70
- Peaceville - Best of 2006
- Overture