Numenorean - Portrait of Pieces

I am the father of lies, feeding on time
I am the mother of your cries, so divine
I am the psycho of your shrine, so divine
I am the one you left behind
So divine

Longing for a time that doesn't exist
That stone you pull to pull you through

Drag this stone across the land
Visions no more, blind mirror staring back at me

I'm not sure what's worse
The words you said
Or the things you did
And it all turns out
But I feel my heart get right again
But I rise so low
From missing you

The tears that we shed
Fall on these broken shards
Of lives that are lost, our shattered minds feel the cost
The only love I know is you

Where are you? Where are you now?

I'll never forget

Wandering alone, a portrait of pieces
The sweating sun paints the walls with mid-day misery
Repetitions are longer. Health, was never in my name
My hands are strangers, they assist my end