(Verse 1) They see the ink, they see the pose A perfect composition that I chose I paint the air with my design A taste of heaven, laced with cyanide I am the canvas and the hand The safest lie in all the land (Chorus) So come and get lost in the gallery of me Every stroke of genius, a lock without a key I'll be your masterpiece, your beautiful regret Just don't ask the gilded ghost for what it can't forget (Verse 2) Your eyes see cracks in the varnish and the shine A flicker of the person I keep locked inside You trace the flowers on my skin, not just the art And with a single quiet look, you tear the world apart (Chorus) So come and get lost in the gallery of me Every stroke of genius, a lock without a key I'll be your masterpiece, your beautiful regret Just don't ask the gilded ghost for what it can't forget (Bridge) Is this real, or just a more convincing lie? A brighter shade of paint beneath the same gray sky? I built this world of beauty to keep the dark at bay But you're walking through the walls I made, and I don't know what to say (Outro) So come and get lost... Are you seeing me, or just the ghost? Just the ghost... [Music fades with a lingering, unresolved piano note and the faint sound of a distant, sighing saxophone]
