Picture House

Two souls inside a picture frame
Nothing changes, always stays the same
Devoted to a moment long passed
In this picture

What could I have done to change
The years that followed dark and strange
Enveloped by the shadow they cast
In this picture

The future is a joke were sold
Popped from a broken mold
What are we making
Nothing but pictures

Find the tell tale sign
Of those edited from the design
Ask yourself why their absence
In all of these pictures