The Part-Time Poets - Artist V. Art

I refuse to excuse your narcissism masked in self-contempt
Go and pour your heart and soul out, as you pretend to smoke your cigarette
Sing the praise of community, then set your brethren to the fire
You tell 'em "Don't you break our rules" and they go tripping on your wire

The more you pick at the surface
The more it falls apart
It's a question of "Which matters more?
The artist or the art?"
The artist or the art?

There's a certain amount of time we get before we're sent to the great beyond
And I wish you the least time possible before you're sent where you belong

He called you brother. He called you flesh and bone
So wrapped up in your own mind, you forgot any world outside your own
And I don't wanna hear (I don't wanna hear) how hard it was for you
Because the best overcame our fears and none of them included you

You can write a hundred thousand songs and never know what it means to be punk
You can tell me I'm not rock n roll, but the difference is, I don't give a fuck

There's a certain amount of time we get before we're sent to the great beyond
And I wish you the least time possible before you're sent where you belong

Yes there is a certain amount of time we get before we give our last farewell
And I wish you the least time possible, and then
I'll see you in Hell

Written by:
Jordan Sereno

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