Cold Painted Landscapes

Who painted the sky in grey?
Behind that purple mask of smoke
The sun is only a stain
The machines scream in suffering
We breathe the dust their pores sweat
The wind spreads the soil around

The landscapes are not the same anymore
Before our eyes

Before our eyes the landscapes
Are like a nightmare of stained shapes
Everything is like a surreal carnival
Where the ignorance dances
Who are these strange characters around us?
Why don't they put their masks away?
Maybe showing their faces would be worse

Night's curtain falls
Painting the city in a strange color
There are no stars in the sky
Lights are eyes glancing at us
We have no escape from reality
Who painted the future in black?

The landscapes are not the same anymore
Before our eyes