Every Time I Die - Starve An Artist, Cover Your Trash lyrics

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? Sould less potboilers. Avant guardian angels on the wrong page of the map. Avant guardian angel I am heartache, let me pa**. 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 co*kroaches stay to breed. Is it superior genes, or won't d**h collect such awful things? Yes it's garbage, but does that mean that it's art? Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart. If you leave it hanging long enough, someone will be amazed and 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. Avant guardian angel on the wrong page of the map. Avant guardian angel I am heartache, let me pa** I will be there to help straighten out the frame that so proudly displays my own d**h certificate.