Will You Ever Be An Artist
Will you ever be an artist?
Uhh uhh uhhh ahhh ahhhh
Will you ever be an artist?
Uhh uhh uhhh ahhh ahhhh
As everybody knows, real artists die alone
To be a real poet, must be rageous and pure
As everybody knows, you’re far from being a real one
Fucking amateur
The cowl doesn’t make the monk
Today I’m in flames
I’ve never felt such rage
You got them lusting for your messianic flesh
Will you ever be an artist?
What the hell do you create?
What do you do to them?
What are you gonna do with me and you?
While you wasted time with another guy
I made my life an artwork
Aren’t you ashamed to behave like a whore?
Exchanging love for opulence
Out of control
Without blame
If you are joyful
In your golden seat so
Long-life to God
Respected and loved
Your Kingdome come
Your will be done
Does my art scares you?
Do you feel intimidated? Or rather strangely excited?
Why do you hate me? Is it because of my ambition? Or my sensitivity? Or maybe my sense of beauty?
Do you wanna kiss me?
Do you wanna touch me?
Do you wanna fuck me?
I’m yours
I’m in your dreams
In your dreams
Forever and ever
You are no artist no
You are no artist no
Will you ever be an artist though?
Will you ever be an artist though?
