Failures' Union (The)
Cubist Camo
we can sharpen the end of a brush
cut a hole in the shape of a gun
we can poison the shit that we’re on
tie a rope to the bridge of a song
waging war with the dream we knew
i’m not there
it’s your art that’s killing you
it’s not fair
you can hide in the back of the bus
in your work-week camouflage
you could poison the shit that they’re on
when your weekend is just a mirage
you’re at war with the dream you knew
so beware
it’s your job that’s killing you
it’s not fair
From Letras Mania