Mr. Gray (Chillout Lounge Version)

On an English summers day
 You meet a man who leads you astray
 And you meet a man who can paint in a life-like way
 A portrait of you, yourself, Mr. Dorian Gray
 Mr. Dorian Gray, Mr. Dorian Gray
 The brother of your wife to be
 Wants you dead for the hurt you spread
 But when he finds you young and free
 You fool him into thinking you can not be he
 Who betrays all others in search of greed for oneself
 Your only goal is to mass more beauty and wealth
 Mr. Dorian Gray, Mr. Dorian Gray, Mr Dorian Gray
 Behind your hidden mask
 I see the horrors of your past
 Inside your extravagant prison
 You live a life of hedonism
 You cheated, you lied
 You murdered your best friend
 And yet your portrait takes all the blame
 Only full confession will absolve
 So the knife you take a-hold
 And thrust deep into the portraits heart
 Lying lifeless, this world you do depart
 So to your portrait, what does it now show?
 It shows the once kind, gentle Mr. Gray whom we used to love and know
 Whom we used to love and know, whom we used to love and know
 It shows the once kind, gentle Mr. Gray whom we used to love and know
 Whom we used to love and know, whom we used to love and know
 Behind your hidden mask
 I see the horrors of your past
 Inside your extravagant prison
 You lived a life of hedonism
 You cheated, you lied
 You murdered your best friend
 And now this tale and your name are all that remain