Pissing On The Score کے بول

Slumped in the hall of modern culture In silence I behold Frustrated psychos rant and rave Gone are those times when revolutions Led by intellectuals Subverted certainties for grace I need to stay alive To shape the archetype Define the undefined A demiurge at war Breaking laws and painting outside the frame I mark old grounds with my new trace Forever disobey Pissing on the score that cages my dare I forge the soundtrack of your decay A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you cunts away Fuck you! Dried is the pen as much as the inkwell Affected by a creative drought And blank remains the parchment Once florid land of beauty Deaf, take refuge in chromatic illusions To hide the emptiness Self-styled composers basely sell smoke while Art is a serious thing You can't dishonour it And let your name live forever Come earn your fame through the highest sacrifice Come immolate your life! A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you bastards away