Mushroomhead - Portraits Of The Poor lyrics

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