(Artist)
(Heart of an artist)
You place your cards on the desk, but they rip it up in your face
They take you like a remote and control your fate!
You can't take it and the heat starts to tackle your heart
But they don't care about the source
They just want you to fall apart
So stand up, let them know how you really feel
How can they push if they don't know how to take the steel?
As you rise from your heels, and they leave
Just say go away!
I don't fucking need you anymore, wave goodbye to the chores
Take the cuffs off and breathe new life
Take it from the men who denied as they tried to survive
But the enemy began to ignite
The rage written on the walls (They were burning)
They can't stop me when I crawl (Now I'm running)
This is the heart of an artist
(Artist)
(Heart of an artist)
You gave them art made of gold
But they sliced it down with embrace
They take it back to their hive and eradicate
You feel beaten when they shriek, so you break down and cry
But they will fight because they use and abuse you from the start
So stand up, let them know that you will not be swayed
How can they know how you feel when they don't appreciate?
As you rise from your heels, and they leave
Just say go away!
I don't fucking need you anymore, wave goodbye to the chores
Take the cuffs off and breathe new life
Take it from the men who denied as they tried to survive
But the enemy began to ignite
The rage written on the walls (They were burning)
They can't stop me when I crawl (Now I'm running)
This is the heart of an artist
Hold on, onto your heart
Don't let them take it from you
Just reignite what was your thrive
(Show them that you're alive)
In my heart, I grieve for the artist I believe
To be sent down from the sky, only to be met with shadows
They're hidden in the meadows, poisoning all of the rye
Maybe we can meet in the middle, enough with the riddles
Treat them as they would treat you
They came to help your souls deliver a smile through the tolls
Isn't that what you would do?
(Artist)
I don't fucking need you anymore, wave goodbye to the chores
Take the cuffs off and breathe new life
Take it from the men who denied as they tried to survive
But the enemy began to ignite
I can taste the charge from the core, so we shout "Fuck them all"
Make them know that you're not pushed around
Let them know you are divine, keep a kind state of mind
And speak it through the art of sound
The rage written on the walls (They were burning)
They can't stop me when I crawl (Now I'm running)
This is the heart of an artist
