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 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 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 wall (they were burning)
They cant 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 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 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 wall (they were burning)
They cant 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 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
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 cant stop me when I crawl (now I'm running)
This is the heart of an artist