When the world falls silent and the streetlights hum
The Night Painter wakes, his time has come
He doesn’t paint the stars or the moon’s pale light
He paints the ghosts of the day in the dead of night
He takes the brush to the scenes that have passed
The joy and the friction, things that didn’t last
With a steady hand, he captures the fray
Painting the truth of a finished day.

He sees the battles, the grease, and the pews
The old family wars and the worn-out shoes
He puts it on canvas, every scar, every line
So the history’s settled, like a vintage wine
But he doesn’t stop when the portrait is done
He knows the secret of the rising sun
He cleans the palette while the city sleeps
And buries the secrets that the darkness keeps.

He’s the Night Painter, working in the grey
Closing the book on a long-gone day
But look at the table, look at the floor
He’s laying out colors for something more
A fresh set of brushes, a jar for the light
Preparing the stage in the middle of the night
Because every sunrise is a brand new start
The rest of your life is a work of art.

And there it stands, in the corner of the room
A hollow frame in the fading gloom
An empty canvas, white as the bone
No shadows, no burdens, no weight of the known
He’s finished with 'yesterday', it’s dry on the wall
Tomorrow is waiting, no markings at all
The paint for the morning is ready and bright
Waiting for you to step into the light.

He’s the Night Painter, working in the grey
Closing the book on a long-gone day
But look at the table, look at the floor
He’s laying out colors for something more
A fresh set of brushes, a jar for the light
Preparing the stage in the middle of the night
Because every sunrise is a brand new start
The rest of your life is a work of art.

The canvas is empty.
The paint is wet.
The sun hasn't found us just yet.
But the rest of your life starts today...
Yeah, it starts today.

ROTTENBRAIN - The Night-Painter by ARGYTACT 2026

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