Distorted Mind

A Painting of Winter's Darkness

Distorted Mind


Futile strikes 
Each for the rights 
Proving a point for what we all fear 

Deliver a gift 
Through air it shifts 
Defeating the purpose and what we all hear 

Ripping away 
Washing decay 
Determines the future and what's to be done 

Paving the path 
For a fragrant bloodbath 
Smelling the death in what we've begun 

Forming the hatred in shades of melting flesh 
Destined for torture are those who could survive 
Scanning the ruins, watching for signs of life 
Befriend the reaper, for he is on your side 

Casting them down 
On to the ground 
Meeting the town 
Bodies around 

Destroying lives 
Tearing the mothers from their child's arms 
Nothing to last 
Take a look around 
What you enjoy most - gone forever 

Holy man - question my religion 
Kill my people for not wanting your God 
Millions are dying while praying to live 
So why should we look to the lies? 

Bending our souls 
Conform to your beliefs 

They'll shoot you down then burn your home 
If you do not see the light 
Rules to protect the weak, to destroy the strong 
And condemn all those that think 
Why must we bow down throughout these times 
When your light turns to darkness 

Fire 
Escaping the hand of god 
Pages of unspoken guides 
Lies, lies, lies 

Die inside 

Live our lives in fear of the ones we trust 
And we wash away in our sea of doubt 
Stop spreading faith while I start to sketch 
A Painting of Winter's Darkness 

Banish thee 
Worthless preacher 

Blocking you out 
Out of our minds 
In to the grave 
Deeper with time 

Draw the line 
For you and your kind 
Say what you bring to us 
Things we cannot trust 

You defend all you cannot see 
Then you condemn all we want to believe 

Book of fiction 
Your contradiction 
Premonition 
False religion 

Stealing hopes and visions from the youthful 
Descend down the staircase to our fate 

Winding path 
Troubled past 

Friends of Jesus Christ 
Savior of all your minds 
Hypnotized 

Dictate lives 

Paint has now been dried 
As the blood of all who's died 
In your wars of hatred 

Hang this painting high 
As we wait to see the end of life 
On Earth as we know it 

Drill in to your brain 
Hopes gone down the drain 
Pointing all the blame 
It will never be the same...