The Renaissance of Killing Art - Icarus the Owl

My colossal waste of time

Outside of the concert halls

I have been a fraud

They look the same to me

It’s the renaissance of killing art

But no one gives a fuck

Cold, oscillating brain;

fingers in the ground

They lended me technology and now I’ve got to leave

Plastic smiles;

self-destructive sycophants

Do it and do it again

My colossal waste of time

Outside of the concert halls

I have been a fraud

They look the same to me

It’s the renaissance of killing art

But no one gives a fuck

Souls shattered on the bones of previous unknowns

Cauterize the bloody mess and churn one out for me

Plastic smiles;

self-destructive sycophants

Do it and do it again

Consummate in the car

Consummate in the car

Consummate in the car

Consummate in the car

Could you dig me out of this hole?

Can you get me out of this?

What’s the point of all of these shows?

What’s the point of all this?

I thought the line did not exist

I thought I was meant for it

Incidentally, so did you

I never said I can not move

Could you dig me out of this hole?

Can you get me out of this?

What’s the point of all of these shows?

What’s the point of all this?

I thought the line did not exist

I thought I was meant for it

Incidentally, so did you

I never said I can not move

I can not move

My colossal waste of time

Outside of the concert halls

I have been a fraud

They look the same to me

It’s the renaissance of killing art

But no one gives a fuck

Noone gives a fuck!