Portraits Of The Poor

(album: The Righteous & The Butterfly - 2014)

Finger painting pictures
Of this sad 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 the martyred and the orphaned
With the soldiers and the sovereign
And all the sisters of the fallen

There's a bad moon in the rear-view
And a blood sun on the horizon
There's a bad moon in the rear-view
And a blood sun on the horizon

There's a bad moon in the rear-view
And a blood sun on the horizon
There's a bad moon in the rear-view
And a blood sun on the horizon

Finger painting pictures
Of this sad 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

Finger painting pictures
Of this sad 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