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C4C.

I'm posting this using my iPod, so sorry if there are any problems with the format.


Vaguely poetic ambitions,
but everything's been said before.
I'm starting to feel unoriginal,
and I'm sick of my own metaphors.

So light this room on fire,
and tear it all apart.
Enough with pointless poetry,
I'm taking up performance art.

Let's paint a vibrant picture;
even Van Gogh will stare in awe.
With colors never seen before,
and a brand new brand of thoughts.

Let's paint a vibrant picture;
even Van Gogh will stare in awe.
With colors never seen before,
and an urgent wave of thought.

I think I saw it in a dream,
the same night I suffocated.
I woke in a panicked sweat,
just begging to be sedated.

But there was a message through it all,
I just had to play the part.
So let's light this room on fire,
and leave the mold in shards.

Let's paint a vibrant picture;
even Van Gogh will stare in awe.
With colors never seen before,
and a brand new brand of thoughts.

Let's paint a vibrant picture;
even Van Gogh will stare in awe.
With colors never seen before,
and an urgent wave of thought.

A message to the individual,
a blind shot in the dark.
I don't know what it means to you,
but I mean it from the heart.

A message to the individual,
a blind shot in the dark.
I don't know what it means to you,
but don't let it tear us apart.

A message to the individual,
a blind shot in the dark.
I don't know what it means to you,
but it hit straight to your heart.

A message to the individual,
a blind shot in the dark.
I don't know what it means to you,
but this is a dying art.

I'm an artist, I'm an artist
I'm an artist, I'm dying.

I'm an artist, I'm an artist
I'm an artist, I'm dying

I'm an artist, I'm an artist
I'm an artist, I'm dying

I'm an artist, I'm an artist
I'm an artist, I'm lying.

Vaguely poetic ambitions,
but no one really cares.
I'd prefer that you watch from a distance,
and that you travel in pairs.

Vaguely poetic ambitions,
but no one gives a ****.
Let's light this room on fire,
and cremate my broken luck.

Let's paint a vibrant picture;
even Van Gogh will stare in awe.
With colors never seen before,
and a brand new brand of thoughts.

Let's paint a vibrant picture,
and hold Picasso's gaze;
with the sheer audacity
of what we have to say.

Let's paint a violent picture,
entirely black and blue;
with sarcasm in the crosshatching,
an extra stroke just for you.

Let's paint a violent picture,
entirely black and blue,
with self-doubt in the brush strokes,
a portrait of what we've ruined.

I'll perform just for you!
I'll perform just for you!
I'll perform just for you!
I'll perform just for you!
I'll perform just for you!
I'll perform just for you!
I'll perform just for you!
I'll perform just for you!
I'll perform just for you!
Last edited by herby190 at Jul 6, 2010,