Could This Be Art? کے بول

Up pop the boils of terminal cancer Cells start to fall apart We pray to a God who never will answer Could this be art? Famine wipes out a whole generation Somewhere upon the chart It's merely to feed our coy conversation Could this be art? No, no, no! Tell me it isn't so There must be a plot That I will someday know Mind over matter - that's what I planned on Trying to protect my heart It clings to the one I can't lay a hand on Could this be art? Could this be art? Could this be art? Could this be art? Oh so so-so, Soho - oh no! I draw a line for logic to walk on I think I'm pretty smart But God has an old beret and a smock on Could this be art?