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  • 作曲 : Patrick Porter/Mike Jensen/Matt Davis/Ivory Mobley/Josh Giddens/Josh Porter/Marvin Reilly
    Shall we use needles or knives to realign your spine?
    The tissue degenerates so rapidly
    Perhaps it proves it is the time to cover up your face
    And smile at me to see if
    I am out of sight
    Denying ventricle flow revel in your plight tonight
    You're such a wonderful person to know
    And my name will rest in utter disdain
    My resentment receives its wings for flight
    You deceitfully stroll on just the same into your holy light
    With music destroyed, we'll only create noise
    Sweet dissonance is all that you'll have left
    We'll dance across its grave
    The art of singing empty praise with knives of hope
    And peace stab art to death
    I've watched it on its drugs
    And I've seen the doctors shrug
    Cerebellums withered up
    The heart is black
    No scalpel, pill or stitch, no religious sales pitch
    Will ever bring the art that's dying back
    And so we are the heirs of this glowing lack of care
    Our hearts in one discord
    We all cry out for blood and spit we clap
    The amps are feeding back
    My heart is filled with the one to whom
    I shoutAnd glowing you speak in the friendliest tongue
    In sentiments of gold
    And oh, the sweetest songs are sung
    And the sweetest lies are told
    So spread this virus and seek yourself
    You pursue it quite relentlessly when
    Sunday comes
    You'll raise hands to sing what a glorious sight to see
    Yet I see true art
    I see her and
    I see youAnd father you inspire me to sing to you
    You inspire me to sing to you
    Burn all the flags and the money
    Sacrifice and laugh
    The light in your eyes reflects and
    I see myself
    And all I want to be for you
    I'll give everything
    Just to linger on your lips and feel your fingertips
    You are an angel
    Art is not the world
    Art is in our heart
    And so I am the prince of sounds that make ears ring
    My princess kiss me with your sweet lips and lo
    My heart will sing if art is in yourself
    Or in a class at school if art is ego and selfishness
    And at the mercy of primitive tools
    We sing sweet goodbyes in screams and screeches
    And bury these knives in your heart
    No paintings or poems to let you live on
    We've seen the last of art as servants and lovers
    We wash your feet and cry out into the dark the noise, the beauty
    The love you bring me stabs these knives right into art
    Art is not the world
    Art is in our hearts
    Stab art to death
  • 作曲 : Patrick Porter/Mike Jensen/Matt Davis/Ivory Mobley/Josh Giddens/Josh Porter/Marvin Reilly
    Shall we use needles or knives to realign your spine?
    The tissue degenerates so rapidly
    Perhaps it proves it is the time to cover up your face
    And smile at me to see if
    I am out of sight
    Denying ventricle flow revel in your plight tonight
    You're such a wonderful person to know
    And my name will rest in utter disdain
    My resentment receives its wings for flight
    You deceitfully stroll on just the same into your holy light
    With music destroyed, we'll only create noise
    Sweet dissonance is all that you'll have left
    We'll dance across its grave
    The art of singing empty praise with knives of hope
    And peace stab art to death
    I've watched it on its drugs
    And I've seen the doctors shrug
    Cerebellums withered up
    The heart is black
    No scalpel, pill or stitch, no religious sales pitch
    Will ever bring the art that's dying back
    And so we are the heirs of this glowing lack of care
    Our hearts in one discord
    We all cry out for blood and spit we clap
    The amps are feeding back
    My heart is filled with the one to whom
    I shoutAnd glowing you speak in the friendliest tongue
    In sentiments of gold
    And oh, the sweetest songs are sung
    And the sweetest lies are told
    So spread this virus and seek yourself
    You pursue it quite relentlessly when
    Sunday comes
    You'll raise hands to sing what a glorious sight to see
    Yet I see true art
    I see her and
    I see youAnd father you inspire me to sing to you
    You inspire me to sing to you
    Burn all the flags and the money
    Sacrifice and laugh
    The light in your eyes reflects and
    I see myself
    And all I want to be for you
    I'll give everything
    Just to linger on your lips and feel your fingertips
    You are an angel
    Art is not the world
    Art is in our heart
    And so I am the prince of sounds that make ears ring
    My princess kiss me with your sweet lips and lo
    My heart will sing if art is in yourself
    Or in a class at school if art is ego and selfishness
    And at the mercy of primitive tools
    We sing sweet goodbyes in screams and screeches
    And bury these knives in your heart
    No paintings or poems to let you live on
    We've seen the last of art as servants and lovers
    We wash your feet and cry out into the dark the noise, the beauty
    The love you bring me stabs these knives right into art
    Art is not the world
    Art is in our hearts
    Stab art to death