Death of the Virgin

Your body lies on the floor
I see it as an artwork
The red cloth covers your chest
Holy wreath is woven into your hair

I will draw you better
Than baroque artists had ever done
I will stain you with a paint
To leave a legacy, a piece of art

Oh, don't move
The art is cruel
I'll take you somewhere new
Just watch me use
My sacred tools
The art tells true
You'll know it soon

The paint owns you, the paint owns you
The paint owns you, the paint owns you

I'm splattering the white ink
I'll cover every inch
It looks just so divine
Your skin and blood are white

I will draw you better
Than baroque artists had ever done
I will stain you with a paint
To leave a legacy, a piece of art

Oh, don't move
The art is cruel
I'll take you somewhere new
Just watch me use
My sacred tools
The art tells true
You'll know it soon

The paint owns you, the paint owns you
The paint owns you, the paint owns you

Antique love's an eternal art
The virgin's dead but it's a start



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Sanders, Midnight Dreamer
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