Lyrics:

Born and bred by coloursWith the light as her GodFollowing every move I make Every stepI take is observedKilling my thirst of longingFar beyond the boundaries of deathI'm running down a sunlit pathStrengthened stroke by strokeThe brush, creating livesIt's like the hand of GodBut this God is the pastureland of the weakwhere we will never set footLife's distorted by these low-mindedMade into a dismal pathAffection sinking below horizons of disgraceSubsequently dying, immersed inblackened ignoranceThe stench of sickening hypocrisyHiding from the truth behind walls withinConstantly reinforcing them in this world,this world of paintersIn the arms of midsummer embraceI leave my body to the wildernessMy thoughts, they fall from graceTo discover the secrets of natire in this world,this world of painters...
Provenance Painted A Life