Descartes

Vanity is the curse of culture

A cyanide for the soul

Tip the tightrope delicately around ego

Don't let either side take 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

Descartes, descartes, discord and discard

How do you heal a tortured heart?

Descartes, descartes, discord and discard

We have love and we have art

Descartes, descartes, discord and discard

How do you heal a tortured heart?

Descartes, descartes, discord and discard

We have love and we have art

I count the dead leaves on the trees

I count the seconds between my breath

All's fair in love and 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

Descartes, descartes, discord and discard

How do you heal a tortured heart?

Descartes, descartes, discord and discard

We have love and we have art

Descartes, descartes, discord and discard

How do you heal a tortured heart?

Descartes, descartes, 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?

Disillusion, hate, anxiety

Pleasure, pain, ecstasy

Tell me lord, how can I be

Better than I was born to be?

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 world is burning right in front of us