Painting is dead   Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun – Gone CD

Those who speak do not know Those who know do not Speak   Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun – Gone CD

They cannot know Without reason They know not what they do They cannot know 
With their machines that tear the earth apart That tear the earth apart   Man in the sand Growing your silver through the oceans of dawn Treading the light in your gaze Through the earth and the air and the water Reflecting the light   Turn em back 
Remove the poisons From all the wildflowers and streams 
And their reasons The sound of tears still whispers through these trees I can't forgive them 
no I won't forget Hold the machines down Turn them back And all the creatures Of the forest A million burning eyes Staring  
Staring…

Their Hand is at my throat But I cannot see their shape Their walk is unsuspected Not in the spaces we all know We all know But the spaces in between them In between them If I throw this coal to the bottom of the well Will it one day turn… Will it one day? Will it one day? And their breath is on my shoulder i'm walking through these trees To the sound of their machines in the coldness of a summers day Of a summers day but I still dream I still dream If I throw this coal To the bottom of the well Will it one day turn….…

We're going to where we began Theres too much deceit And you've let too much go by Time for your leaving There is no Heaven There is no Hell You're destroying all we’ve got Time for your leaving Stand in the grass That's where the trees once stood Can you see a thousand orange streetlights? Can you see a thousand orange streetlights? They look like lava They look like Lava One or the other? You'll choose the cheapest It will prove the most expensive..... In the end When the hungry lie down There are no comets in the skies Only catastrophe and lies Time for your leaving Time for your leaving…