You Look Like a Sad Painting on Both Sides of the Sky

Have you seen the disgrace? the world wears the dawn like a day like a painting of a face whose features fade away puts it's mirrors in the dark points at your back and starts to laugh In the meeting of this mire I awake as if on fire no my dawn was not put out unlike the dawn was not put out and now it will never be put out there will be music all around when they put me in the ground and the drunk whilst laughing, spoke these words that i have wrote You look like a sad painting he sighed on both sides of the sky as the room it roamed a throng and the piano played a song Outside the world is crucified you must find something to be sacrificed to to your love or to your lie