Vincent Returns
AI I Circa 2025
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
I clawed through the canvas, stinking of linseed and fire
Woke in your temple of velvet and liars
You hung my pain like a taxidermy prize
Put a spotlight on my ruin and jacked up the price
I died in rags, now you sell me in gold
Every lot is a gravestone, every bid is cold
You made a circus of my bleeding years
Now I’m back — with a bat — and I’m all out of ears
(Chorus)
I’m coming for your auction, bat in hand
With a scream full of colour you’ll never understand
You feasted on my madness, made it chic
Now I’m painting your teeth on the floor of boutique
I’m not your legend, I’m not your lore
I’m Vincent Van F*ing Gogh, and I’m kicking in the door**
(Verse 2)
Gauguin said, “Art is harmony” — I said, “Art is WAR.”
Then I broke a chair across his jaw and painted on the floor
He sold his myth in leis and lies
I sold my soul for bread — and got euthanised
You polished my bones for the catalogue gloss
Told the world I was priceless — after the loss
You never bought the work, just the wound
Now I’m here to repaint this auction room
I saw my self-portrait sell for fifty mil
I saw your smirks, your caviar thrill
While I begged the sky for a single sale
You were bottling my torment, retail by retail
I bled under stars — you sold them as prints
You wore my grief in auction tints
You licked your lips as the hammer fell
Now I’ve crawled out of hell to ring your bell
(Chorus)
I’m coming for your auction, bat in hand
No frame, no label, no upper hand
You built your temple from my collapse
Now I’m signing it all with bone and cracks
You call it legacy — I call it theft
You took everything… and now there’s nothing left
You made me an icon, a brand, a ghost
But you never bought the man who needed it most
So here I am — Vincent — risen and rude
And I brought a bat carved from your attitude
(Final Chorus)
I’m coming for your auction, with smoke in my lungs
The bat swings justice where the price tag hung
You made a gallery from my decay
Now watch me repaint it in one glorious spray
I’m not your martyr, I’m not your myth
I’m the vengeance you missed — and I came back with a gift.