This brush that paints the sky,
Will soon stroke it's last goodbye,
The end seems so far away,
But we'll come to that another day.

We'll live while we are here,
Although life does not seem so clear,
The sky will always be above us,
As we live life on this stained canvas.

This is our life in "paradise",
Nothing but bullshit and lies,
All the artist of our days are gone,
Leaving no reason for us to move on.

Soon the white will erase us from the canvas and start anew,
But in the next life there will be another like me and you,
Never again will the world be so green,
But who is to say that the next picture won't be a more beautiful scene.