《Martyr Art》歌词

[00:04:31] 浣滄洸 : K眉nstlerroman

[00:04:31] Awaken, as from a tormented sleep with eyes anxiously looking to creep beyond this twisted dementia displayed on the walls.

[00:04:31] Mysterious mindsets and ink-droplets fall.

[00:04:31] Muses take flight in an all out war.

[00:04:31] Shall I catch it with open hand?

[00:04:31] Or let it fall and start again?

[00:04:31] Such words burn the skin.

[00:04:31] So, enter stage right, mic in hand.

[00:04:31] Before the micro-cosm, stand.

[00:04:31] Display my efforts, after all, don't expect them recognized.

[00:04:31] Hourly torture, chaos ignite!

[00:04:31] Beauty and art give a sign of life.

[00:04:31] But, as Balzac and

[00:04:31] Hardy profess, the martyr will burn for her canvas.

[00:04:31] Elusive horizon,

[00:04:31] I'm not a threat.

[00:04:31] You see, I'm for some reason always on trial.

[00:04:31] Object of destination always on trial.

[00:04:31] O, Solitude!

[00:04:31] With thee

[00:04:31] I dwell! With thee

[00:04:31] I dwell is our assiduous, gated hell.

[00:04:31] Trivial this mind and spirit world.

[00:04:31] You can't compare their worth to what is real.

[00:04:31] At its best, all critics must confess, this work can outlive death so what is real?

[00:04:31] Because I can't describe half the sh*t

[00:04:31] I feel inside your crimes.

[00:04:31] Targeted intent eviscerating innocence.

[00:04:31] I swear I'm not a threat.

[00:04:31] Put down your defense.

[00:04:31] All I can do is watch in awe... feet raking the sand, hands bound by molten ire.

[00:04:31] As the broad guillotine blade sinks into the horizon, streams of burning gold burst forth from ultramarine expansive veins and reach towards me, lending heat to the air, as the

[00:04:31] Earth is sliced in half and the dividing line approaches.

[00:04:31] For every stage turned wonderland, for every sound turned song, for every song turned experience, for every hour turned long.

[00:04:31] Accabl脙漏es de mis脙篓re en d脙漏cembre, les muses se baignent en flammes.

[00:04:31] Noy脙漏es dans l'ombre elles disparaissent, attendant le divin pientre de l'

[00:04:31] Univers, le

[00:04:31] Soliel

[00:04:31] Overpowered by misery in

[00:04:31] December, the

[00:04:31] Muses bathe in flames.

[00:04:31] Drowned in the shade they disappear, awaiting the divine painter of the

[00:04:31] Universe, the

[00:04:31] Sun