Don Ivi Lyrics

Speaking of things that are not there

Pointing as she goes

The canvas owner paid to win

Friends rather than foes

Inner meaning is hard to find

In an empty mirrored box

The brain of art spit on its heart

When she died and fell apart

The teacher screamed in modern madness

The white cube has turned black

An architect designed and built

A demon for her back

The ancient fool, the tyrant's tool

Bent the straightest line

You said it yourself, your life's on rent

And you're running out of time

Here to stay

She's too beautiful to

Fade away

And now she's shouting at the

Colour gray

She's too colourful to

Play the game

It's a shame

Meditation's fault of foes

Evil's here today

Not so much for innocence

Since he learned how to play

It's too late for God's return

We missed the last laugh train

Going forward, not to stop

In living or in pain

Here to stay

She's too beautiful to

Fade away

And now she's shouting at the

Colour gray

She's too colourful to

Play the game

It's a shame

Here to stay

She's too beautiful to

Fade away

And now she's shouting at the

Colour gray

She's too colourful to

Play the game

It's a shame