Schiele (as in Egon) Lyrics

As I draw your face tonight

I can see your eyes losing their light

These lines will be my last

The colors leave my body in three days

And now it's Halloween

Her womb into a coffin

It's a crazy scene

This dream it slips away

I'll just step behind this golden veil

So spread your legs and fly

These lines will transcribe

Me to you in ardent future days

With colors for my tongue

Language overcome

Canvas of time and rearrange your mind

Drawing your thighs child

Caught in a greying social wave

Just a moral power play

Twenty three nights for showing

What I've seen

And I'll draw myself again

Rearrange my sex another way

Symbols and lines they speak

I'm a texture forged in paint and ink

So spread your legs and fly

These lines will transcribe

Me to you in ardent future days

With colors for my tongue

Language overcome

Canvas of time and rearrange your mind

So spread your legs and fly

These lines will transcribe

Me to you in ardent future days

With colors for my tongue

Language overcome

Canvas of time and rearrange your mind