His world's a canvas painted brown and gray
He wanders alone,
held by no one's wall
That dead land where not even vultures play
'Twas long ago the world became this way
The skies opened and
flames began to fall
His world's a canvas painted brown and gray
Now all the world lies dead and burned away
Their bones beneath
the fierce sun, one and all
That dead land where not even vultures
play
The wind alone speaks, with nothing to say
His stilled voice
would upon no one's ears fall
His world's a canvas painted brown
and gray
The skies are deaf, else he would start to pray
Not even God
himself remains to fall
That dead land where not even vultures
play
When joy has fled, to what does one give way?
When love is
dead, then can one live at all?
His world's a canvas painted brown
and gray
That dead land where not even vultures play