Vincent Returns

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.