Dorian Gray
I've been awake for hours, as numb as I have known
As you were off, the buzz in your head in someone else's room
And it's a cold cold morning, as I lie alone
When the story never ever seems to grow old
Grow old
When there's a picture growing old inside of me
When it's a feature of a future turning bleak
When there's a liar staring back with certainty
When what transpired underneath the surface deep
These false mindless shells went to muscles and shells
It's all we know
We never seem to go further than our reflections
I pay the price of pride to paint faces white
When there's a picture growing old inside of me
When it's a feature of a future turning bleak
When there's a liar staring back with certainty
When what transpired underneath the surface deep
When there's a picture growing old inside of me
When it's a feature of a future turning bleak
When there's a liar staring back with certainty
When what transpired underneath the surface deep
When there's a picture, when you're a liar
When it transpired underneath the surface deep
When there's a picture, when you're a liar
When it transpired underneath the surface deep