Текст песни pyrokinesis - искусство -

my heart is pounding
and I put all the lines out of place at the wrong time
there is no award or order and nothing
I just wandered around here always around the edges
and from extreme to extreme
build destroy and build from scratch and I live under the motto
art blaming on the lack of dullness the look became a beacon
surrendered to museums separately

because art is crap
 on the fences I write that art is crap and in a notebook I write that artfully crap on canvas

on canvas I’ll draw that art crap

on the fence in the porches on the roofs

what art is crap

so lonely and empty to live this life is art

draw a circle on the glass

we are waiting for new songs and books

art in words
art in love
art was created by people

but from what is dull in the soul and from what we climb out of our skin