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 a 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 the secret. 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 So well done knowing that at least one will be pleased Hiding is always useless, pictures will fade with time Seeking for winner of the day, prize of 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 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