The photographer

You could tear me apart with your photographic art form of war
Deep down inside you'll see my face again
It should keep you going
Like the moonlight growing
keeps my heart from showing the way

Well I'm wasted and my head feels like it's on fire
But I need it just to feel like I'm alive

So

Rescue me again
Make me feel completely satisfied
No I will not let you do this again

The camera won't know my name
And you'll never catch me red handed
Your picture will show my face
You'll find the truth lies in this photograph

No way
You won't see me smile as you've smiled
What you made of this as you suffer
Push this light away, likeness away

Well I'm wasted and my head feels like its still on fire
But I wrote it all again to release it from the flames

Wake up world

But I need it just to feel like I am still alive

The blood has spread all over
My God, it's been too long
My hands are bound by what you've done
To ease the pain of desert sun
Any way I find my back home
I'll walk for miles and paint my picture