Starve an Artist, Cover Your Trash

Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked
Withstanding change like a tragic play
Or holy war between the sects
The carnival stands but the cities will tend to move
Like planets around a star
Or water circling the drain?

Soulless
Potboilers

Avant-guardian angel on the wrong page of the map
Avant-guardian angel, I am heartache, let me pass

Still holding up the wall, still-life
A landmark placed for the photo op
He's got no teeth, he doesn't bite
An empire falls but the cockroaches stay to breed
Is it superior genes
Or won't death collect such awful things?

Yes, it's garbage, does it mean that it's art?
Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart
Yes, it's garbage, does it mean that it's art?
Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart

Leave it hanging long enough and someone will be amazed
Just because it's personal doesn't mean it's not cliché

If it doesn't look like something now, steal it before it does
If it doesn't look like something now, steal it before it does

Avant-guardian angel on the wrong page of the map
Avant-guardian angel, I am heartache, let me pass
Avant-guardian angel on the wrong page of the map
Avant-guardian angel, I am heartache, let me pass

I will be there to help
Straighten out the frame
That so proudly displays
My own death certificate