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
Till 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
Till 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 in 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 the wall?
Is it all just madness?
Was Dorian Gray a man?
Is he a painting on the wall?
Is it all just madness?