きゅびずむ (Cubism)

On a big white canvas
I’m sticking on a collage of lies
Looks beautiful from anywhere
There was an exaggerated angel

Roses, people distorted, even if it’s not right, I could see it
Stopped by the museum to live, saw Cézanne
I don’t get it at all, but I could paint without knowing
Red, I kept painting it, damn, that’s how it was

A terrible brushstroke painting
But that’s what makes it good
Such a silly line
Just like that
Ah

Cut and pasted skin (cut and pasted skin)
Tore to see the bruise (bruise)
La la ran la la la
Floating like I’m laughing (floating) ribs
Tightly held sky (tightly held sky)
'Cause I cried (cried)
La la ran la la la on the wall of lament
I painted Pablo Picasso

For some reason, I found myself staring
I felt like I wanted this
Cézanne’s painting, I want it
Just kidding
An old man was watching closely next to me

Deceit, lies, if it’s youth
Does it really have meaning?
Holding onto the truth
Rotting away, dead on the floor (ding)

Red, I kept painting it, it was definitely good
Such a lewd line
Now already
Ah

Cut and pasted skin (cut and pasted skin)
Bloomed and scattered flowers (flowers)
La la ran la la la
Looked like I was laughing (looked) body
Tightly held sky (tightly held sky)
'Cause I cried (cried)
La la ran la la la on the wall of lament
I painted Pablo Picasso

I, the fake Picasso