The Death Of Art 歌词

Hiding deep beneath what I was meant to be And I kneel Tired of time and everything it represents And I wait Troubled by all the dreadful countless sleepless nights And I wake Questions that slowly fade into another day And I ask Thought he’d soon become a king Wielding control over all things But now he’s just a wheel in the machine Carrying a wayward daydream [Chorus] Until there are no more songs to sing And there’s nothing to be made Until the death of art When hope fades away We can still believe There is a brighter day My mind seems to have been wired differently And I think My eyes only see in shades of black and grey And they thrive My wings are made of something no one understands And I fly Hiding that sometimes I am lonesome and afraid And I deny Thought he’d soon become a king Wielding control over all things But now he’s just a wheel in the machine Carrying a wayward daydream Until there are no more songs to sing And there’s nothing to be made Until the death of art When hope fades away We can still believe What lies ahead Is more than dreams And something to be said I keep feeding your lies And heeding your cries But not anymore Cause this this is the death of art Until there are no more songs to sing And there is nothing to be made Until our hope fades away We still believe in a brighter day Until there are no more songs to sing And there is nothing to be made Until our hope fades away And we feel nothing