Sieges Even

A new portrait in your frame not finished yet - I hit the floor
trying to avoid in the distance lies deceit your lips will not purge my sin
stains of wine and blood grow pale vivid colours fade away
step by step taking the uneven path slow down your pace, I need a rest
I'm tired of trying to reach the crest side by side facing the turn-off
your life-line's straight but I need a map give me a hint where to go
new episode in your soap let time feed your desire
revision is dope; vision is hope and the new ring puts on rust
your finger's to small in my presence lies defeat