Pissing on the Score - Fleshgod Apocalypse

Slumped in the hall of modern culture

In silence I behold

Frustrated psychos rant and rave

Gone are those times when revolutions

Led by intellectuals

Subverted certainties for grace

I need to stay alive

To shape the archetype

Define the undefined

A demiurge at war

Breaking laws and painting outside the frame

I mark old grounds with my new trace

Forever disobey

Pissing on the score that cages my dare

I forge the soundtrack of your decay

A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you cunts away

Fuck you

Dried is the pen as much as the inkwell

Affected by a creative drought

And blank remains the parchment

Once florid land of beauty

Deaf, take refuge in chromatic illusions

To hide the emptiness

Self-styled composers basely sell smoke while

I need to stay alive

To shape the archetype

Define the undefined

A demiurge at war

Breaking laws and painting outside the frame

I mark old grounds with my new trace

Forever disobey

Pissing on the score that cages my dare

I forge the soundtrack of your decay

A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you cunts away

Art is a serious thing

You can’t dishonour it

And let your name live forever

Come earn your fame through the highest sacrifice

Come immolate your life

Breaking laws and painting outside the frame

I mark old grounds with my new trace

Forever disobey

Pissing on the score that cages my dare

I forge the soundtrack of your decay

A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you cunts away

Forever disobey

A sweet melody of disgrace will blow you bastards away