Numenorean
Portrait of Pieces
I am the father of lies, feeding on time
I am the mother of your cries, so divine
I am the psycho of your shrine, so divine
I am the one you left behind
So divine
Longing for a time that doesn't exist
That stone you pull to pull you through
Drag this stone across the land
Visions no more, blind mirror staring back at me
I'm not sure what's worse
The words you said
Or the things you did
And it all turns out
But I feel my heart get right again
But I rise so low
From missing you
The tears that we shed
Fall on these broken shards
Of lives that are lost, our shattered minds feel the cost
The only love I know is you
Where are you? Where are you now?
I'll never forget
Wandering alone, a portrait of pieces
The sweating sun paints the walls with mid-day misery
Repetitions are longer. Health, was never in my name
My hands are strangers, they assist my end