And glowing you speak in the friendliest tongue
And bury these knives in your heart
And my name will rest in utter disdain

So spread this virus and seek yourself
We all cry out for blood and spit we clap
The art of singing empty praise with knives of hope
You'll raise hands to sing what a glorious sight to see
And all I want to be for you I'll give everything
And peace stab art to death
Will ever bring the art that's dying back
In sentiments of gold
Sacrifice and laugh
Art is not the world
And the sweetest lies are told
You're such a wonderful person to know
Cerebellums withered up
No scalpel, pill or stitch, no religious sales pitch
And so I am the prince of sounds that make ears ring
We wash your feet and cry out into the dark the noise, the beauty
Our hearts in one discord

I see her and I see you
Art is in our hearts
And at the mercy of primitive tools
And I've seen the doctors shrug
No paintings or poems to let you live on
Denying ventricle flow revel in your plight tonight
We've seen the last of art as servants and lovers
You are an angel

And father you inspire me to sing to you
The heart is black

Yet I see true art
The amps are feeding back
You pursue it quite relentlessly when Sunday comes
Or in a class at school if art is ego and selfishness
Perhaps it proves it is the time to cover up your face
And so we are the heirs of this glowing lack of care
You inspire me to sing to you
Art is in our heart
My resentment receives its wings for flight

With music destroyed, we'll only create noise
My heart will sing if art is in yourself

Art is not the world
Just to linger on your lips and feel your fingertips
We'll dance across its grave
Sweet dissonance is all that you'll have left

I've watched it on its drugs
And oh, the sweetest songs are sung
My princess kiss me with your sweet lips and lo
You deceitfully stroll on just the same into your holy light
The light in your eyes reflects and I see myself
The love you bring me stabs these knives right into art
My heart is filled with the one to whom I shout
We sing sweet goodbyes in screams and screeches
Burn all the flags and the money

And smile at me to see if I am out of sight
Stab art to death