Antimatter - A Portrait Of The Young Man As An Artist текст песни

Look at you all clutching your guitars

As if it makes a difference to who you really are

Does the picking of a string stop the ticking of the clock?

When will this curtain fall?



How did you carve that psalms?

I'm sorry but your intellect is really not that sharp

You're drowning so you plagiarize what you wish to become

A stone masquerade so cold



What's real about this story?

What's real?



Am I safe? Am I safe to be alone?

When all around are lost

Comsumed by my indifference and left to count the cost

Of all the bleeding hearts who suffered you because you told them...

You told them you were someone



What's real about this story?

What's real about this picture?