Diorama

I say you're the artist choose your colour range
You say you're the art I'll bow to your commands
You're wiping me out, you're wiping me out
With every stroke of your brush
With every layer
I'm getting less, less, less
I'm going up in smoke into endless white
I'm in the monkey cage
What the hell is going on outside?
My sweet mistake my bitter regret
I'm trying to connect I'm trying to forget
I promise not to take the party drug again