you're the very character of the book you borrowed. (dorian gray)

you’ve dug your own grave,
dorian gray.
you’ve found release,
so bittersweet,
lying on the ground.

flowers and lovers and chocolates
all fade away.
the hate that you bore yourself’s
fermented and is here to stay.

so pour, pour, pour
a little liquid for me.
doors, doors, doors
are closing rapidly.

you’ve dug your own grave,
dorian gray.
you’ve found release,
so bittersweet,
lying on the ground.
you’ve cut your own way,
d-dorian gray.
on this path of life,
now you’ve ended your strife,
and i’ve nothing to say.

the piano interlude has just begun.
for once your mouth is shut…
you’re choking on your own blunt tongue.

looks were exchanged between us today.
you rejected my smile and turned away.
could it be that you were full of hate?
or are you just afraid?

you’ve dug your own grave,
dorian gray.
you’ve found release,
so bittersweet,
lying on the ground.

we’re cutting up your picture
and burning the b-b-books in your house.
we’re the people in charge of feelings of shame.
with kerosene we dousedousedouse…
your paint peels off in flames.

you’ve dug your own grave,
dorian gray.
you’ve found release,
so bittersweet,
lying on the ground.
you’ve cut your own way,
d-dorian gray.
on this path of life,
now you’ve ended your strife,
and i’ve nothing to say.

i’ll sharpen my knife
to come after your life,
d-dorian gray.