[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
Even if the rose person was distorted and not correct I could also 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, stupid, I know I did
[Pre-Chorus]
It's a terrible brushstroke, but that's what I like about it
It's really a stupid line
Just the way it is, ah
[Chorus]
My skin that was cut and pasted, my bruises seen when I was rippеd open
La-la, la-la-la-la, my ribs float, as if they're laughing
Thе sky that I held tight, because I had cried
La-la, la-la-la-la, on the wall of grief
I paint, like Pablo Picasso
[Verse 2]
I don’t know while looking at it I thought it was about me
I felt like I wanted it
Kivonne painting by Cezanne
Oh my god
A old man was standing next to me and staring..
[Verse 3]
To those who are young
There's no meaning to deception and lies
If I held the truth in my arms
I'd rot away, dead on the floor (Ding)
[Pre-Chorus]
I painted the whole thing red, and to no surprise, it turned out much better
This line disgusts me now, ah
[Chorus]
My skin that was cut and pasted, my bruises seen when I was ripped open
La-la, la-la-la-la, my ribs float, as if they're laughing
The sky that I held tight, because I had cried
La-la, la-la-la-la, on the wall of grief
I paint, like Pablo Picasso
[Outro]
I'm the Picasso of lies