كلمات Modern Art

I was born a bastard child Left in baskets in the nile But I never learned To stand back and watch that fucker burn Oh, I know I'm losing control But I don't want to let it show That I can't let things go And I split my tongue asking for more Mountained-up man must come down All my plans ain't working out Have I just begun? Strap me down and launch me into the Sun At least it'd be something I'd done For now, hollow out my heart So we can find where the beating starts All the rest I'll mark as modern art Seems like every bird I held in hand Turned me twice as hard to understand On my grave make it say: I do the best I can Now with the water come rising high I lay me down and I close my eyes And I tell you, brother, the river doesn't wonder why