Portrait of Pieces

I am the father of lies, feeding on time
 I am the mother of your cries, so divine
 I am the psycho of your shrine, so divine
 I am the one you left behind
 So divine
 Longing for a time that doesn't exist
 That stone you pull to pull you through
 Drag this stone across the land
 Visions no more, blind mirror staring back at me
 I'm not sure what's worse
 The words you said
 Or the things you did
 And it all turns out
 But I feel my heart get right again
 But I rise so low
 From missing you
 The tears that we shed
 Fall on these broken shards
 Of lives that are lost, our shattered minds feel the cost
 The only love I know is you
 Where are you? Where are you now?
 I'll never forget
 Wandering alone, a portrait of pieces
 The sweating sun paints the walls with mid-day misery
 Repetitions are longer. Health, was never in my name
 My hands are strangers, they assist my end