♥ Lyrics ♥ I'm going to make a collage of fiction, and put it up on a big white canvas There was a exaggerated angel that looked stunning from every angle Even if the rose person was distorted and not correct I could see it At the Cezanne museum where I stopped to live Even while not knowing anything, I could still draw But I ended up painting it all red, idiot, I know I did It's a terrible brushstroke, but that's what I like about it That’s really a stupid line Just the way it is, ah The skin that was cut and pasted, the bruisеs seen when I was ripped open La-la, la-la-la-la, my ribs float, as if thеy're laughing The void that I held tight, because I had cried La-la, la-la-la-la, on the wall of grief Painted by Pablo Picasso I don’t know while looking at it I thought it was about me I felt like that’s what wanted “Kivonne painting by Cezanne” Oh my god A old man was standing next to me and staring.. Deception and lies if you are young I wonder if there’s any meaning behind it? While holding the truth within your arms It rot away, dead on the floor (Ding) I painted the whole thing red, and to no surprise, it turned out much better That’s a line that disgusts me now, ah The skin that was cut and pasted, the flowers bloom and then fallen La-la, la-la-la-la, my ribs float, as if they're laughing The void that I held tight, because I had cried La-la, la-la-la-la, on the wall of grief Painted by Pablo Picasso I'm the Picasso of lies
og song / video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6DMXNyvAxs (requested!)
