Heart of an Artist

You place your cards on the desk
But they rip it up in your face
They take you like a remote
And control your fate
You can't take it and the heat
Starts to tackle your heart
But they don't care about the source
They just want you to fall apart

So stand up
Let them know how you really feel
How can they push you if they don't
Know how to take the steel?
As you rise from your heels and they leave
Just say, "Go away!"

I don't fucking need you anymore
Wave goodbye to the chores
Take off the cuffs off and breathe new life
Take it from the men who denied
As they tried to survive
But the enemy began to ignite
The rage written on the walls
(They were burning)
They can't stop me when I crawl
(Now I'm running)
This is the heart of an artist

You give them art made of gold
But they slice it down with embrace
They take it back to their hive and eradicate
You feel beaten when they shriek so
You break down and cry
But they will fight because they use
And abuse you from the start

So stand up
Let them know that you will not be swayed
How can they know how you feel
When they don't appreciate?
As you rise from your heels and they leave
Just say, "Go away!"

I don't fucking need you anymore
Wave goodbye to the chores
Take off the cuffs off and breathe new life
Take it from the men who denied
As they tried to survive
But the enemy began to ignite
The rage written on the walls
(They were burning)
They can't stop me when I crawl
(Now I'm running)
This is the heart of an artist

Hold on, onto your heart
Don't let them take it from you
Just reignite, what was your thrive
(Show them that you're alive)

In my heart I grieve
For the artist I believe to be
Sent down from the sky
Only to be met with shadows
They're hidden in the meadows
Poisoning all of the rye
Maybe we can meet in the middle
Enough with the riddles
Treat them as they would treat you
They came to help your souls deliver
A smile through the tolls
Isn't that what you would do?

I don't fucking need you anymore
Wave goodbye to the chores
Take off the cuffs and breathe new life
Take it from the men who denied
As they tried to survive
But the enemy began to ignite

I can taste the charge from the core
So we shout, "Fuck them all!"
Make them know that you're not pushed around
Let them know you are divine
Keep a kind state of mind
And speak it through the art of sound

The rage written on the wall
(They were burning)
They can't stop me when I crawl
(Now I'm running)
This is the heart of an artist