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The Agonist Martyr Art song lyrics


The Agonist Martyr Art song lyrics
Awaken, as from a tormented sleep
with eyes anxiously looking to creep beyond this
twisted dementia displayed on the walls.
Mysterious mindsets and ink-droplets fall.
Muses take flight in an all out war.
Shall I catch with open hand?
Or let it fall and start again?
Such words burn the skin.

So, enter stage right, might in hand.
Before the micro-cosm, stand.
Display my efforts, after all,
don't expect them recognized.
Hourly torture, chaos ignite!
Beauty and art give a sign of life.
But, as Balzac and Hardy profess,
the martyr will burn for her canvas.

Elusive horizon, I'm not a threat.
You see, I'm for some reason always on trial.
Object of detestation – always on trail.
O, Solitude! With thee I dwell!
With thee I dwell in our assiduous, gated hell.

Trivial – this mind and spirit world.
You can't compare their worth to what is real.
At its best, all the critics must confess,
this work can outlive death – so what is real?

Because I can't describe
half the shit I feel inside your crimes.
Targeted intent eviscerating innocence.

I swear I'm not a threat.
Put down your defense.

All I can do is watch in awe…
feet raking the sand,
hands bound by molten ire.
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 Earth is sliced in half
and the dividing line approaches.

For every stage turned wonderland,
for every sound turned song,
for every song turned experience,
for every hour drawn long.

Accablées de misère en décembre,
les muses se baignent en flammes.
Noyées dans l'ombre elles disparaissent,
attendant le divin peintre de l'Univers, le Soleil.