The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
The Felix Culpa
Every little thing is made of plastic
It all winds up breaking in the end
Some day I hope to find something that's lasting
And with it find peace of mind again
We've all sold ourselves to the image
The temporary fix that pacifies
Tried and true and died in blue
We've held on through all it's pulled us through
Parting without goodbyes
As we watch everything die
What happened to art and beauty for beauty's sake?
We've sold out our expressions for a bigger stage
Eyes gone black from searching for what I'll never find
Until I learn to close my eyes and leave the past behind
Eyes gone black from searching for what I'll never find
Until I learn to close my eyes and let the image die
The image is so red
But you never fail
The blood's on my hands
And I am for sale
What happened to art and beauty for beauty's sake?
We've sold out our convictions for a bigger stage
The image is so dead
Despite what we're taught
And with the blood from your hands
I have been bought