Paroles de The gallery

Come and dance through my vanity's hall
Welcome to my exhibition
Ornaments fall
The fate of my art, condemned

And the creative seed
That grows to the tune of the harvest song
Embody my lifelong passion
Intertwine with the structures of my art
Those empty frames staring at me

One lonely portrait covers the love starved canvas
In honor of the birthless rebellion within me
Every picture holds a tale
Every shade tells of a thousand words

The artistry of living chaos
Is pictured in the poets tears
Because everything burns
The final concept is all but a thought away

Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay
My thoughts and words will come to right
In my chamber where chaos conveys
Kneel down to my desires

Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony
Emptiness, orchestration through colors
The gallery, to never return (incomprehensible)
(incomprehensible) burning my art