Sun ravaged skin removed
Pent up remission
Stuck on a pike and lulled to sleep
My friends lie full and barbed inane
In no one's name
In no one's name
I ride the tail
Flowing down
I make my name
In no one's name
And walk for miles
My son weeps
On a table and I say
No!
It's not real!
I am not here and
Art is dead!
Atrophy only gets me off
Cut your body up
Clean in the end
Haute bourgeoisie concern!
I am no longer burdened
And I walk for miles
On this table
Weeping as the knife is drawn
Screaming
"Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!
Art is dead!"
ART IS DEAD