The Artist Lyrics

Still trying to prove something

Still trying to never sink

Below

This darkness

But every night

I sing this solemn lullaby

And wonder why

Oh why

I let

It get this bad

Bear my teeth shiny and sharp

Cry to sleep and then restart

The artist and her art

Let thoughts consume my mind

Then you burn up all my time

Left with nothing

Nothing

Sell my soul

What's mine is yours

No buyers left for all the damaged goods

I shall create

What will be great

Until the life I've made comes to eat me

Rocks thrown at the storm

A perfect metaphor

For this lack

Of control

And every night

I hope I'll learn to get it right

Dying and coming back

Bear my teeth shiny and sharp

Fall to sleep and fall apart

Always in disguise

Let thoughts consume my time

Then I burn away my mind

I'm nothing

Nothing

Sell my soul

What's mine is yours

No buyers left for all the damaged goods

I shall create

What will be great

Until the life I've made comes to kill me

And I still want it

Even now

I still want it

Even now

Bury all the bad parts

Leave only

Shimmering blue

Buried in the backyard

Who I was

With you

Sell my soul

What's mine is yours

No buyers left for all the damaged goods

I shall create

What will be great

Until the life I've made

Comes