Lyrics Art Is Dead - Pyrophoria

A true artist thinks outside the box always
But they're buried in a box that gets praise
They don't believe in trails to blaze
Browser history repeats itself in a life of cliches

What does it say, what does it say
Hey girl, oh yeah, hey girl hey
Shit for brains god damn it hit play
Oh oh oh shiny almighty way

You're brainwashed into bad taste
The words the words made you fuckfaced
Your biography was a cut and paste
Your social media brained life goes to waste

Art is dead
You're the piece instead
Gun to your head
Your hands are red
Oh why me you said
Why not us
Us is thus
Don't cause a fuss
Stand beside me you must
You must
Watch the world combust
I heard a song
Played all day long
It gets me wrong
Yet I belong
Radio says here children shiny
Shiny shiny your brains are tiny
Buy me a psyche
Shiny shiny almighty
Guide me
And the ones beside me

Art died because what makes it art
Is how many days it sits on the chart
How'd you get your start
Well I just seemed to fit the part
Motherfuck standing apart
No no not in our cart
At generic mart
You're not smart
And there's a price
In a fool's paradise
Self sacrifice
You go to great heights
To avoid fistfights
To wear dress whites
To be the one who recites
Garbage words under stage lights
Where are your insights
I spent all of those nights
Swinging searchlights
To find my art is not worth a damn thing
Oh goodie she can sing
That's not what I wanted to bring
I don't like her sting
Her broken wing
And I've never heard her name
Does she even know fame
Hate that we came
I'm going back to the same
Social media shame
Art is a just game
Shiny almighty to blame

The art of the people is dead
It's replaceable garbage instead
Give me popular so I'm relatable they said
Give me a treat when I play dead