Paroles de Cold Painted Landscapes

Who painted the sky in grey? Behind that purple mask of smoke The sun is only a stain The machines scream in suffering We breathe the dust their pores sweat The wind spreads the soil around The landscapes are not the same anymore Before our eyes Before our eyes the landscapes Are like a nightmare of stained shapes Everything is like a surreal carnival Where the ignorance dances Who are these strange characters around us? Why don't they put their masks away? Maybe showing their faces would be worse Night's curtain falls Painting the city in a strange color There are no stars in the sky Lights are eyes glancing at us We have no escape from reality Who painted the future in black? The landscapes are not the same anymore Before our eyes