Lyrics:
turn to the plastic dead stars
Now no one will say hello to you for a long time
You remind them useless art-object
And glossy city flashlights are
Crystallize my heart
Take a broken object
Turn it into art
Just give a little pressure
And it will start
Crystallize my heart
Crystallize my heart
on
Be chic in black leather
Don't be a fashion statement
Be an object of art
Now plaid isn't sexy
cnd satin is too slippery
Don't even mention corduroy
myself
My true me is always the second
Pieces of my heart become
An object of art
So precious and so worthless
Happiness quest is so far away
Looking
(oh oh oh)
We are objects of arts
A walk along the Thames
A ride in my speed boat
Oysters in a trendy restaurant
I'll flash a twenty pound note
To become a work of art is the object of Living!
Lost my identity
Indeed Im feelin it
Abstracted as I said
Amnesia, Anxiety, Paranoia, Cold
New me
of galaxial mist
Devoted disciple of Charon as you enter the loner domain
Lost in the maze ?The visible disorder
Object of diabolical art ?Mysterious
born
Carved in flesh
Another object of my art
As I did you also learn
Screaming as our souls burn
The meaning of your severe pain
Your crawling
from such beauty?
MANDANE:
Perfidious traitor! What wouldst thou with me?
ARBACES:
Am I no longer dear to my Mandane?
MANDANE:
Thou art become
пьяные
Маемся, мотаемся
Пропуская таинства
Как закружит в кружево
Забываем нужное
Как не спутать божий дар
И фальшивый object d’art?
Нефтяные скважины
make this object a piece of art?)
(For instance, if we took your bag, and placed it here)
(Would that make it art?)
Art only starts on blank page
You decide what you gonna create
Your own Image in that page
Because art only starts on a clean slate
Art only starts
A lovely object d'art imported from Laos
He calls my name and I'm at his command
Don't blame me if I don't understand
I'm here to help, at least that's what
to the morning
I just want this to be burning
We continue this journey to meet bunny
Or something to earn
I'm sun of art or sort of light object but
Obviously I'm
my first project
Used to be a prospect now I feel God sent
I'm a prophet don't do it for the profit
The Art of Rhyme perfection is the object
I'm not
The object of this eventuality's art I taste bitter defeat, shit something of tart
My hate felt yesterday, damage under my skin I know fate separate my
All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects, they seem seem greater
But I'm sure we'll overcome when we illin'
Your my object of affection
My drug of choice my sick obsession
Stephen, why won't you call me?
I'm sitting here waiting
Why won't you call me?
Your my object of affection
My drug of choice my sick obsession
Stephen, why won't you call me?
I'm sitting here waiting
Why won't you call me?
Art thou pale for weariness of climbing
heaven and gazing on the earth!
Wandering companionless,
Among the stars that have a different birth,
rolled off the road
Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning near the highway
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground
It's a terrible sight if
And the sunset was pretty
But the truck turned over
And she rolled off the road
Yeah a Truckload of Art
Is burning near the highway
Precious objects are
Your words don't make sense to me anymore
Feel the earth move beneath our feet as we dance
The menial objects were just shoved in the drawer
Now
you're hot
But you're just an object
Maybe I should start with
Don't trust me I'm an artist
You might just be my next art project
This is practice
I chose
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