Pissing On The Score

Slumped in the hall of modern culture
In silence I behold
Frustrated psychos rant and rave
Gone are those times when revolutions
Led by intellectuals
Subverted certainties for grace

I need to stay alive
To shape the archetype
Define the undefined
A demiurge at war

Breaking laws and painting outside the frame
I mark old grounds with my new trace
Forever disobey
Pissing on the score that cages my dare
I forge the soundtrack of your decay
A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you cunts away
Fuck you

Dried is the pen as much as the inkwell
Affected by a creative drought
And blank remains the parchment
Once florid land of beauty
Deaf, take refuge in chromatic illusions
To hide the emptiness
Self-styled composers basely sell smoke while

I need to stay alive
To shape the archetype
Define the undefined
A demiurge at war

Breaking laws and painting outside the frame
I mark old grounds with my new trace
Forever disobey
Pissing on the score that cages my dare
I forge the soundtrack of your decay
A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you cunts away

Art is a serious thing
You can't dishonour it
And let your name live forever
Come earn your fame through the highest sacrifice
Come immolate your life

Breaking laws and painting outside the frame
I mark old grounds with my new trace
Forever disobey
Pissing on the score that cages my dare
I forge the soundtrack of your decay
A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you cunts away
Forever disobey
A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you bastards away