Picturing The Past

In a house where no one never sleeps
Lays a man who sees more with his eyes
Picturing the past before him
In a bed alone with clothes on
Paying for service he doesn't really need.

With his eyes he sees more love and lust
More tears far too much to handle
Can't tell a soul not this time they'd lock him right up
Too much of burning bushes too much for his weak soul.

In his mind oh so jaded he's gone too far behind
Of all the visions seen this one makes him scream.

He cannot live neither die in this world
Burning sensation inside you know how that hurts?
Making up for the crimes of your life
With scythe as your sword
You must fight 'till the end of time.

Don't look behind or you will fall through the time
Only time can make you see behind of the curtain hiding
Secrets. Your time is up when you see the light.

You can live as a noble man but when time
You won't be left behind.

With the sound of time ringing in his head
He leaves the house where no-one sleeps
Job well done knowing that at least one will be pleased.

Hiding is always useless pictures will fade with time.

Seeking for a winner of the day prize of the life is here
Of all the visions seen this one makes him scream.

He cannot live neither die in this world
Burning sensation inside you know how that hurts?
Making up for the crimes of your life
With scythe as your sword
You must fight 'till the end of time [2 times].