The Artist

LETRA

The Artist

You! You!

The artist's palette falls,
The paint is spilled with blood.
Someone shot him down,
Left him without a soul.

His body's laid to rest and underground he'll stay,
With hopes to resurrect and live again another day.

Now, they decide who lives and dies.
Now!

His peers won't come around,
They're too disgraced to face.
Another soldier down,
His life work's a waste.

And now these walls are bare,
No one pretends to care.
A distant memory,
His masterpiece,
In disrepair.

Now, they decide who lives and dies.
Now, they will hold you back.
They will hold you back.
They will hold you...

We stand tall and illuminate,
We fight through and prevail,
We don't stop where you'd be giving up,
We won't ever fail.

A martyr takes his hand,
To make him live again.
With savage sleight of hand,
He'll force his legs to stand.

A sick and gutless joke,
A serenading hoax,
Interrupted peace,
A waste of time,
A pathetic excuse for hope.

The sleepless nights have no compassion,
And the dreams that come aren't true,
A charade of lies unconscious,
And so much left to be proved,
But the sun will rise and fall again,
And the nights will start to shorten,
The memories will fade into darkness,
You can't let it go.

Bur your world is turned upside down,
It's a panic you can't release,
Once you have it, you just can't,
Ever ignore it.

That's when you realize your best
Days are behind you.
And all you ever live for
Is regret.
You can't take it away. (You!)
You can't take it away. (You!)