Picturing the Past

Sonata Arctica

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]