The Sad Art 歌词

The thoughtless bended faces Deformedly painted Like if created by the painter Who was blind. Thus the painter did it Before was blinded. Ominous statues Cracked and shapeless Like if created by the sculptor With no hands left Thus they were made before He got crippled. Endless novels Melted and burned Like written by a writer Who was madman. Thus he wrote before He became a lunatic.