Live through the ages
Witness my friends
rust and turn to ash
Break down in phases
And yet my skin
is perfect glass
I have kept this portrait in pristine care
I have kept my secret well
Until the day comes
When the loneliness is oh, too much to bare.
Would you embrace me with open arms?
Would you encase me in a picture of my heart?
(Dorian Gray)
Already headed to hell
(Take me away)
Pick a side and place a bet...
(Dorian Gray)
Have you something to sell
I've got your bodice and your dress
Turn back the time
To the fearless boy I was so long ago...
She is love
She is filth
She can destroy my soul
Would you embrace me with open arms?
Would you encase me in a picture of my heart?
(Dorian Gray)
Already headed to hell
(Take me away)
Pick a side and place a bet...
(Dorian Gray)
Have you something to sell
I've got your bodice and your dress
" Intellect, in itself, is a mode of exaggeration.
An artist should create beautiful things but
should put nothing of his own life into them.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
If a cave man had know how to laugh, history would have been different
Wiping my portrait clean...
I have kept my secret well...
Now the day come, the sun has burned away...
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me."
(Dorian Gray)
Already headed to hell
(Take me away)
Pick a side and place a bet...
(Dorian Gray)
Have you something to sell
I've got your bodice and your dress.
