Picturing the Past

In a house where no one never sleeps,

lays a man who sees more with his eyes

Picturing the past before him,

in a bed, alone, with clothes on

Paying for service he doesn't really need

With his eyes, he sees more love and lust

more tears, far too much to handle

Can't tell a soul, not this time, they'd lock him right up

Too much of burning bushes too much for his weak soul

In his mind, oh so jaded, he's gone too far behind

Of all the visions seen, this one makes him scream

He cannot live neither die in this world

Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts?

Making up for the crimes of your life

With scythe as your sword,

you must fight 'till the end of time

Don't look behind, or you will fall through the time

Only time can make you see behind of the curtain hiding

secrets. Your time is up when you see the light

You can live as a noble man but when time,

You won't be left behind

With the sound of time ringing in his head,

He leaves the house where no-one sleeps

Job well done knowing that at least one will be pleased

Hiding is always useless, pictures will fade with time

Seeking for a winner of the day, prize of the life is here

Of all the visions seen this one makes him scream

He cannot live neither die in this world

Burning sensation inside, you know how that hurts?

Making up for the crimes of your life

With scythe as your sword,

you must fight 'till the end of time [2 times]