Portraits On The Wall

Worriless people appear walking though museums,
Their souls the artifacts of their ancestors,
While the poor man's dust broken faces decay,
They are blown like wind scattered through time

They are portraits on the wall,
Some are shadows on the pavement,
But you can't look away,
You can't look away,
Some hang in museums,
Others forgotten in memory,
But you can't look away,
You can't look away

As you walk through the galleries before you,
You see faces becoming void of expression,
You can only think to pity their lives,
As they stare out into their helpless eternity

They are portraits on the wall,
Some are shadows on the pavement,
But you can't look away,
You can't look away
Some hang in museums,
Others forgotten in memory,
But you can't look away,
You can't look away

Echoing graffiti exhibits against debris,
Portraits locked up at night curled into frames,
Face down from the goddesses posing before them,
Nobody can see their blood splattered on walls

They are portraits on the wall,
Some are shadows on the pavement,
But you can't look away,
You can't look away,
Some hang in museums,
Others forgotten in memory,
But you can't look away,
You can't look away