The Artist

The artist's palette falls The paint is spilled with blood Someone shot him down Left him without a soul His body's laid to rest And underground he'll stay With hopes to resurrect And live again another day Now they decide who lives and dies, now His peers won't come around They're too disgraced to face Another soldier down His life's work a waste And now these walls are bare No one pretends to care A distant memory His másterpiece inn disrepair Now they decide who lives and dies Now they will hold you back They will hold you back They will hold you We stand tall and illuminate We fight through and prevail We don't stop where you'd be giving up We won't ever fail A martyr takes his hand To make him live again With savage sleight of hand He'll force his legs to stand A sick and gutless joke A serenading hoax Interrupted peace A waste of time A pathetic excuse for hope The sleepless nights have no compassion And the dreams that come aren't true A charade of lies unconscious With so much left to be proved But the sun will rise and fall again And the nights will start to shorten The memories will fade into darkness You can't let it go Bur your world is turned upside down It's a panic you can't release Once you have it, you just can't Ever ignore it That's when you realize your best Days are behind you And all you ever live for is regret You can't take it away (you) You can't take it away (you) --- The Artist - Brendan Murphy and Silverstein