I am a portrait
Which leaves you sighing sadly
Oh laissez-faire, what have you done?
I want to run away

The nobblers nailed my feet to the floor
It starts to rust and attack my blood
I start to feel myself smile
Slowly losing myself
But it did not do the trick

Oh woe is me
Oh can't they see that

I am a portrait
Which leaves you sighing sadly
Oh laissez-faire, what have you done?
I want to run away
For I am that portrait
That leaves you sighing sadly
Oh laissez-faire, what have you done?
I want to run away

It will be a wrack up, I'll make sure
When they stick me up the chimney
And now the air escapes me
Slowly losing myself
But my master dragged me back down
Oh woe is me
Oh can't they see that

I am a portrait
Which leaves you sighing sadly
Oh laissez-faire, what have you done?
I want to run away
For I am that portrait
That leaves you sighing sadly
Oh laissez-faire, what have you done?
I want to run away

I'll be paper, thin and pale
A scurf sold my life away
I am patiently sedated
And now my only exit is......
Is the cold.....
Is the cold, poetic.....
Scythe

For I am a portrait
Which leaves you sighing sadly
Oh laissez-faire, what have you done?
I want to run away
For we are a portrait
That leaves you sighing sadly
Oh laissez-faire, what have you done?
We want to run away
A thud sounding softly
I secretly disintegrate
Uneasy lamps draw back and forth
I've waited for so long......