Dorian Gray (The Painting)
Was Dorian Gray a man?
Is he a painting on a wall?
Is it all just madness?
Nothing in this world will ever be the same
Because the portrait on the wall is the face of Dorian Gray
Lips of ivory, face of gold
He'll stay that way 'til he gets old and grey
Is it true that a man can never change?
Only the painting on the wall can show his pain, hey, hey
The hand on the picture that's covered with blood
Takes away the justice of any real God, hey, hey
Nothing in this world will ever be the same
Because the portrait on the wall is the face of Dorian Gray
Lips of ivory, face of gold
He'll stay that way 'til he gets old and grey
Is it true that a man can never change?
Only the painting on the wall can show his pain, hey, hey
The hands on the picture that's covered with blood
Takes away the justice of any real God, hey, hey
In a moment of madness, he struck with a knife
Killed the painter of the portrait that marred his life, hey, hey
With the same hand, he found himself striking again
To take back the life that belonged to him, hey, hey
Was Dorian Gray a man?
Is he a painting on a wall?
Is it all just madness?
Was Dorian Gray a man?
Is he a painting on a wall?
Is it all just madness?