Don Ivi

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