Tired of Art Lyrics

Hanging on indecision

Hanging by a tiny thread

I want real purpose

I want to deserve this

I want to believe

I want the real thing

I want to give everything I have

I tried to be true

I was trying to be consumed

Metastasize the truth

’Til it’s weaponized to break me through

I’m living in a desperate age

A floodlight in the night demanding day

But I need the darkness

I’m tired of catharsis

I’m tired of art

I’ve read too much Jean Paul Sartre

I think it’s time to admit I’ve changed

I tried to be true

I was trying be consumed

The spotlight was confused

Or maybe I chose the wrong muse

I became a whore to proclaim

The word of the Lord in search of fame

I was so pornographic

Going down on the mattress

Peddling belief

Trying to get paid for prophecy

Trying to win without admitting I played