The Painter کے بول

He is the warrior but uses no sword He is the painter that brings hope to this world Tonight he dines at the table of filth But conceals it as his darkest grey He lives in horror and fear that his actions will show the secret of his own soul The story is told simply as this Just a disguise just the grey in his mind The only color in the black of his mind Beauty on the outside is not real He is the warrior but uses no sword He is the painter that brings hope to this world Tonight he dines at the table of filth Wearing a mask made of glass to hide the grey that consumes his mind Like a painting of sorrow, of fear Beauty becomes a face in the crowd