Furtive Glances,
Anxious to be a stranger,
Buying what he knows he should ignore.
Relief when it's done,
No one is the wiser,
Lies to the heart,
This time and no more
It's like that story of Dorian Gray
Behind a picture it gets more evil each day!
We think that we can hide our secrets in the dark,
But the Saints and Angels see us fail.
Like rain down from heaven, their prayers like tears fall.
If we run away they can't reach us at all.
Exploited women,
We pass it off as art,
But garbage in gives nothing but garbage out!
Washing in mud can never get you clean,
Inside your hear, there's still that guilty doubt.
It's like that story of Dorian Gray
Behind a picture it gets more evil each day!
We think that we can hide our secrets in the dark,
But the Saints and Angels see us fail.
Like rain down from heaven, their prayers like tears fall.
If we run away they can't reach us at all.
They Say confession is good for the soul,
Let it cleanse you and make you whole…
They Say confession is good for the soul,
Let it cleanse you and make you whole…
It's like that story of Dorian Gray
Behind a picture it gets more evil each day!
We think that we can hide our secrets in the dark,
But the Saints and Angels see us fail.
Like rain down from heaven, their prayers like tears fall.
If we run away they can't reach us at all.
