Paintings Are Dead - Wand

And the paintings are now dead

And they looked into your eyes

And the animals they bred

They will slip in your disguise

And the only one you know

Is the only one who lied

And the paintings that they sold

Were a horrifying sight

Treat me more like a vegetable

Burden me with your mind control

I don’t care if its morning now

I’m all alone in my life

And the paintings are now dead

And they looked into your eyes

And the patterns that they set

They will inside live inside your mind