Poor is the pupil, who does not surpass his master

Colour is the day, long obsession

Well tonight I paint

I express and create

I stumble and I procrastinate

My destiny awaits cannot be late

Like a funeral at the gate and so we anticipate

Poor is the pupil, who does not surpass his master

Colour is the day, long obsession

So I paint, I shall not faint I boast of my deliberate fate

The nothingness is real it has found me here

I embrace the empty hollow of my soul

I might be singing, if I had music ringing but the cowards are beaten like dogs

Saints of creation bids you motivation is God still there for me

If the music doesn't play, nothing is okay

Just remember words that I say

Where I lay my head is where I pray

If I dig a grave, that is where I give praise

Poor is the pupil, who does not surpass his master

Colour is the day, long obsession

Joy & torment

Joy & torment

Joy & torment