Is it art when I'm slipping through the cracks
Of every fresco on every wall ?
Is it music when I'm consumed into the void
Of every silence of every song ?
Is it dance when I'm shaking on the floor
To the beat of your fist beating on memories door?
Is it art if I suffer?
Is it art if I die?
Is it art if my pain
Is unbearably high?
Is it art if I suffer?
Is it art if I die?
Is it art if my pain
Is unbearably high?
You said I'm pretty when I cry
I hid under all these lies all so expertly devised
Seeing through these vacant eyes the one way to my demise
I perform my given role
Just a puppet nothing more
Was your fool for way too long
But you strings are gone
Was it art when I suffered?
Was it when I died?
Was it art when my pain
Was unbearably high?
Was it art when I suffered?
Was it when I died?
Was it art when my pain
Was unbearably high?
You said I'm pretty when I cry
You said I'm pretty when I cry
You said I'm pretty when I cry
When I cry
But it is art...?