Descartes

Vanity is the curse of culture

A cyanide for the soul

Tip the tightrope delicately around ego

Don't let either edge take a hold

What is it to have artistic credibility

For am I not just a man

I seek to take aim at commentary

I Speak so therefore I understand

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How do you heal a tortured heart

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We have love and we have art

I count the dead leaves on the tree

I count the seconds between my breath

All's fair in love in war

But what if I've nothing more than war left

Take my sanity

Take my sanctimony

Call me pious call this holy matrimony

Call this anything you want from me

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How do you heal a tortured heart?

Descarte descarte discord and discard

We have love and we have art

Disillusion. Hate. Anxiety

Pleasure. Pain. Ecstasy

Tell me lord how can I be

Better than I was born to be

Vanity is the curse of culture

Ignorance becomes the death of us

Privilege without acknowledgement is murder

The worlds is burning right in front of us