Ceschi and Factor Chandelier - Beauty For Bosses

Today I learned that I wasn't built for the game
That I'd rather play floor gigs for 40 kids than any fucking festival stage
I'm a martyr at most, I'm a failure at least In the eyes of history I'll be no more than
A leaf on a tree 3000 years of work surrounding me

By forgotten anonymous artists, beauty for bosses before fame was even a concept
Some of them were stoned to death for the way that they expressed
Today we're only stoned by debt and dope and twitter feeds of jokes
Hand me that Obama phone, text me love notes

Lay my head to rest on a museum bench and hope that they properly mummify me one day
So generations can learn from my broken bones dug from man made mountains of ATMs
And motherboards I am alone, self-aware, fat, getting old
Capitalism is violence, they say it's all we know

I read about a time before prisons existed heard of an era before banks, before civilians
Were born Victims dreamt of a place with no cops
Where skin color was insignificant and you could love whoever you wanted because
it's nobody's business Fuck a world where justice is impossible

Where governments call cynics hostile and equality is a utopian concept
Fuck a world that forces me to suck on its teet
Pay to breathe and charges legal fees for a chance to be free
If this is free, somebody please beat the life out of me

Just kidding, but seriously
I will die an artist, an artifact, a bad joke
From a naive time when human beings still had hope
This will sound better when I'm dead this will sound better when I'm dead

This will sound better when I'm dead everything sounds better when you're dead

Written by:
GRAHAM MURAWSKY, JULIO FRANCISCO RAMOS

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