The Death of the Artists Lyrics


Disintegration

Do you want to be left alone?

Disaggregation

Things that can’t stay as a whole

Thoughts are floating like useless burden

On a sea of carelessness

Talent frustration

Can you ever recognize a gift?

Lack of communication

And all the bullshit you believe

Thoughts are floating like useless burden

On a sea of carelessness

The hellish desire of a great Creature

Filled us with sighs

Will Death make flowers blossom

Out of our brains?