See the boy sit lean and proud, yeah
Smooth light skin just like a shroud
He's a supple young savage with lips that yearn
And eyes that make the canvas burn
The old man grows older
And curses the day
He's sorry he painted
The face of Dorian Gray
They stop and stare to see the boy pass by
They see the blackness in his eyes
The portrait burning as the young man laughs
Sunlight flaming, life is flickering past
The old man grows older
And curses the day
He's sorry he painted
The face of Dorian Gray
As flesh decays and the image grows younger
A sweet Sardonic smile like dying thunder
He condescends in mystery
And then dying, creaks his own agony
The old man grows older
And curses the day
He's sorry he painted
The face of Dorian Gray
The old man grows older
And curses the day
He's sorry he painted
The face of Dorian Gray
