Up on the Canvass

All that's left is to lower your head
All this time the pressure's pumping. Making it's way
Your efforts not recognized and the prize's not worth it
All that's left is to lower your head
To swear allegiance to your enemy
You are allready becoming like him

Your world collapsing
In this bold reckless downpour
A little light for each one of us alive
For each one of use with a purpouse
Decorating these beautifull firmament

All that's left is to lower your head
To avoid looking at the reflection
To disrupt the message
The monsters have been made. We are one of them

We are the storm
And we are each one of those lights
Decorating the canvass
Giving life to our dreams
So one day you can tell your children
"son, those stars are up there for a reason"
Every lesser human you recicled
Every soul you sent to redemption
What have we done now?

Shed a tear for the ones who stood up
For the ones who's light, has been lost
All that's left is to lower your head