Album: Snake Eyes
Well tonight I paint
I express and create
I stumble and I procrastinate
My destiny awaits cannot be late
Like a funeral at the gate and so we anticipate
Chorus
Poor is the pupil, who does not surpass his master
Colour is my long obsession (joy & torment)
I might be singing, if I had music ringing but the cowards are beaten like dogs
Saints of creation bids you motivation is God still there for me
So I paint, I shall not faint I boast of my deliberate fate
The nothingness is real it has found me here
I embrace the empty hollow of my soul
If the music doesn't play, nothing is okay
Just remember words that I say
Where I lay my head is where I pray
If I dig a grave, that is where I give praise
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