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What is it.

Art is just a projection of life

Think that over once or twice

Wake up one night

“What have I done with my life?”

Take  a bite of ice

Comes with lice

Ready for the end

Take me round the bend

Show me how to send

A message

Incapable of progress

Our hopefully last military conquest

My beats are dead

Sonic shots straight to the head

If art is life what is life

If life is art what is art

I sit encased in the dark

Listening to my beating heart

Where did all this start

Acid in the park

Dirt in the dark

Seething eroticism

Wrapped in this false criticism

Are you listening?

Yes, you I’m talking to you

What the f**k are you going to do?

When the world collapses and 2 isnt 2

(echo)

Art is the refuge for the insane

The canvas for the brain

The cheap road to fame

The way people know your name

The reason I came

The reason things are lame

The origin of lanes

The makeup of games

Ploys wrapped in toys, little boys

Make lots of noise when

the art dies

A million cry

(Laughter)

(Chanting of art is dead)