Painter

Listening quietly
Voices through the dust
Silent and rendering
Weak and faltering
Silent you ought to be
But silent you never are
Maybe you have heard
Have you heard?
Zayan had looked and had found himself
Had found a meaning like nothing else
Had realized that all the facts of the world
Don’t add up with the faith he learned
The problem is that all of our gods
Have conditions for their love
The punishment for looking outside your faith
Is to be killed in His name
If there’s a heaven to wait when we die
Can I get there with no wings?
Can you tell why I’m a
Burning like a star cos I can’t see why
All the storming it has no end
In this endless, open shore
I will wait no longer
I’ll fight right by your side
You’ve heard of terror but have you heard
Hypocrisy of the western world?
Have you heard how many millions have died
By our hands before our eyes?
The problem is that the words we speak
Don’t apply to how we treat
Our own crimes so all our sins
Remain silenced and concealed in
If there’s a heaven to wait when we die
Can I get there with no wings?
Can you tell why I’m a
Burning like a star cos I can’t see why
All the storming it has no end
In this endless, open shore
I will wait no longer
I’ll fight right by your side
Let everyone see
How the lines they painted in us
Slowly start to fade
Give us strength to break
All the halos they tied around us
We need to break these chains
We got our crosses left to bear
Our hands are full of nails we do deserve
Our sins our only ours
None of the prayers that you sing
Can’t wash this sin
It’s our own to keep
Our sins are only ours to resolve
Between demons and angels
Heaven below us
Below us