Time and portraits by Scentless

Would you pray for the kind, for the ones who didn’t lose what they get?
Or would you pray for the misleading ghosts taking us to nowhere?
Can you look in my eyes and swear that all you feel right now is the pain?
Or is there a sprinkle of the emotion that we barely saved?
Even though the sky is bruised, the winter is so dull, without snow,
The marks of an unfair war are all that I have to show…
As the fire reaches on, it’s still able of boiling my blood,
My eyes turn to red, as the discontent right now is gone…

Killing the one I was before…

As the time passes faster,
Old portraits are laughing
I wish I remembered after
I came here asking
For truth…
The anger of youth, passes me right through

Next to the window, I try to listen to the rain,
The purified emptiness controlling all that remains,
Trying to turn different, as I try to erase the shame,
But deep inside of me I still feel the meteor flames.
The rebels try to take the town at night by their own,
But they’re still there after the rise of the incriminating sun,
As the negotiations miss, bullets start to fly side by side,
The women and children run away for a chance to get high…

But that’s not happening tonight…

As the time passes faster,
Old portraits are laughing
I wish I remembered after
I came here asking
For truth…
The anger of youth, passes me right through

As the fight ends for now, I still look for a place left to sleep,
Looks like the pirates finally got in the control of the ship…
As I look to the black flag, with the skull and the bones at the wind,
I still try to remember why I ever did what I did…