Portraits Of The Poor Songtext

Mushroomhead

von The Righteous & The Butterfly

Portraits Of The Poor Songtext
Finger painting pictures
Of this bad existence
Fixed with stitches none the richer
You could never call me poor
Bled out the old me
Family does not know me now
Someone better show me how to live

Now the times nigh in the night sky
How can you walk away
This is your lifetime
Don't let them break you
Let this torture be exposed
Can you paint me a picture
A portrait of your soul
All the discarded and the broken
All they martyrs and the orphaned
All the soldiers and sovereign
All the sisters of the fallen
There's a bad moon in the rear-view
And a blood son on the horizon
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