Reason Lyrics
Peeling the layers
To expose the facts
Was like spraying
And ancient painting
With ammonia
Faces melted
Colours turned pale
Shapes lost their vivacity
And essences faded
To distracted blurs
Now the canvas is all white
And my hands are unsoiled
Still all reasons seems replaced
By the false notion of a lucid portrait
Yet again, the savage remains
This empty work of art still gains a crowd
The blind eagerly discuss
The liveliness of its colours
And the deaf insist
It's accompanied by quiet chants
The painter
A highly praised
But anonymous deity
Lurks in the periphery of the exhibition
Amused by the fuzz he is causing
Despite his many flaws
The canvas is all white
And my hands are unsoiled
Still all reasons seems replaced
By the false notion of a lucid portrait