The Artist - Silverstein

The artist’s palette falls

The paint is spilled with blood

Someone shot him down

Left him without a soul

His body’s laid to rest and underground he’ll stay

With hopes to resurrect and live again another day

Now they decide who lives and dies

Now!

His peers won’t come around

They’re too disgraced to face

Another soldier down

His life’s work’s a waste

And now these walls are bare

No one pretends to care

A distant memory

His masterpiece

In disrepair

Now they decide who lives and dies

Now they will hold you back

They will hold you back

They will hold you

We stand tall and illuminate

We fight through and prevail (We will prevail)

We don’t stop where you’d be giving up

We won’t ever fail

A martyr takes his hand

To make him live again

With savage sleight of hand

He’ll force his legs to stand

A sick and gutless joke

A serenading hoax

Interrupted peace

A waste of time

A pathetic excuse for hope

The sleepless nights have no compassion

And the dreams that come aren’t true

A charade of lies unconscious

And so much left to be proved

But the sun will rise and fall again

And the nights will start to shorten

The memories will fade into darkness

You can’t let it go

But your world is turned upside down

It’s a panic you can’t release

Once you have it, you just can’t

Ever ignore it

That’s when you realize your best

Days are behind you

And all you ever live for

Is regret

You can’t take it away

You can’t take it away