Another frigid morning to awake to Arising from my slumber to find a piece missing to a puzzle Government conspiracy, religious fantasies Is there any fact in everything in which we believe.
Covered up for far too long was a canvas who's paint was not yet done It was a painting that was brought before my eyes I searched and it was the purest thing that I've found In this frayed world of bent color
Clues left in distinct places A finger print among this very ground that we walk on And there were so many who tried To cover up this knowledge that was right before us Before our very eyes
God is the painter, of this picture we call life So many shades, so many tints, so many colors we have yet to see We have yet to see
Look in the mirror and you will see his masterpiece The painter is the picture that he creates How long will take for you to see The interpreter is the picture that he destroys
It has been confirmed The more you look The more that you discern And we all know for those who can't see It's our direction to reveal
Take your place, stand your ground Or will your lies, still resound
What are we living for When we've been thrown upon this earth
Shattered we come, but we will prevail To find Aletheia
Could you bring some color to this world Could you bring some color to these eyes