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• Artiste: Satan
• Titre: Burning Portrait
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In your mind hangs a picture of yourself It's the man that you wanted to be There were times when you’d stop to admire The fine strokes of a confident hand and its honesty Now you've covered it over Now you can't bear to look You can't stand to face up To what you forsook Your portrait is burning, burning Douse the fire now Burning out of control Yet you seem so invincible somehow Once you were revered by statesmen And cardinals sought your advice Your name was embossed on the lips of the great And the good and the famous but oh what a price Now the paint is corrupted It's consuming your mind Devouring itself and each principle You left behind Your effigy's burning, burning Kill this fire now Burning into your soul Are you still invincible now? Enslaved to the dark side of the mirror From whence there is no return Bonded for the price of nothing dearer Then a cause-celebre, you'd eventually spurn The eyes of the portrait, they turn Glaring at you as they burn In the end, you were tempted away From the path you had wanted to take Such is life in the limelight When you trade integrity for gold You were warned Heaven's sake You had such good intentions They just melted away Like the paint on your picture And now you must pay Your portrait is burning, burning Douse the fire now Burning out of control Burning, burning Kill this fire now Burning into your soul You were never invincible Burning, burning