Lyrics A Portrait Of The Young Man As An Artist - Antimatter
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
psalm?
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
Consumed
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?
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