Everything is proportional
Everything is right
Everything is perfect
Painted in the right light
But I
Never liked
Fluorescent lights
Anyway
Anyway
Everything is proportional
Only in my heart
Everything is perfect
Long as I stay in the dark
But I
Never liked
Fluorescent lights
Anyway
Anyway
And who wouldn't want to be an illustration
Pretty, in the hands of god, if only
Art is beauty
And who doesn't want to be
Beautiful