Listen to Undying Breed by Richard Charles Stevens (Tunnel Vision Suite)

Listen to Don’t Look Back by Stilz (Volkor X Remix)

Artists are a dying breed
As few as we are far between
At least that’s what they lead us to believe
Yet all I see are masterpieces
Wise old souls and lighthouse keepers
Hearts that bleed disasterpieces
Arteries imparting thesis
Teaching this corrosion to those open to persuasion
That the only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them
The only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them
The only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them
.
Artists are a dying breed
As few as we are far between
At least that’s what they lead us to believe
Yet all I see are masterpieces
Wise old souls and lighthouse keepers
Hearts that bleed disasterpieces
Arteries imparting thesis
Teaching this corrosion to those open to persuasion
That the only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them
The only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them
The only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them
The only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them
.
Face them
Face them
Face them
Face them
Face them
Face them
Believe
.
There will be tears
Tales told tend to provoke them
There will be blood
Frail bones may well be broken
There will be moments it all appears hopeless
There will be roving hands planning to grope us
There will be days when the pain feels too great
To remain and create a magnum opus
.
Artists strive for distant lights
While bargaining with shadows
Darkness falls with no just cause for requisite
Wrecking balls maul walls erected
Taunt them
Disrespect them
Rebels pause to die for causes
Fools live to regret them
Fragile minds confide the finest brushstrokes
On the verge
Artists purge to vanquish urge to surge to misdirection
Lessons learned from murder scenes are not so keen revisited
Limits need not impede our perception
.
There will be slips and trips and falls
There will be lips that sink loose ships
There will be tears
There will be blood
There will be wars
Appalling floods
There will be artists
Few and far between
Good thing it only takes one bleed to craft ourselves a masterpiece
.
Craft ourselves a masterpiece
Craft ourselves a masterpiece
Masterpiece
Masterpiece
Masterpiece
(Believe)
.
Craft ourselves a masterpiece
Craft ourselves a masterpiece
Masterpiece
Masterpiece
Masterpiece
(Believe)
.
Caution leads to disproportion
Thoughtless deeds of predilection
Bleeds need not teach disaffection
Imitating lifeless art
With limitations set in place
The dreams we chase make getaways
Has to be a better way
To beat the table than to bet against it
(Believe)
(Believe)
There have to be tomorrows that our yesterdays will not see sorrow tainted
(Believe)
(Believe)
Never less than tender when forsworn of open heart
Every flaw adored for there is splendour in each scar
Imperfections leave a mark
The kind that sets our breed apart
For artists tend to lead the charge
Regarding being naked
Never quite so easy then to fake it
Buck the fucked up trend pretending nothing’s ever sacred
Buck the fucked up trend pretending nothing’s ever sacred
.
This is when we break formation
Shaking free from obligation
Taking leaps of faith’s persuasion
Bleeding works of art
To lend each near spent end a fresh clean start
To lend each near spent end a fresh clean start
.
Artists are a thriving breed
Some of us are heavy bleeders
Need not seem so far and few between
For all I see are masterpieces
Hearts that bleed disasterpieces
No alarm
To mar the charming scene
.
Believe (repeat)
.
There will be slips and trips and falls
There will be lips that sink loose ships
There will be tears
There will be blood
There will be wars
Appalling floods
There will be artists
Few and far between
Good thing it only takes one bleed to craft ourselves a masterpiece
.
Craft ourselves a masterpiece
Craft ourselves a masterpiece
Masterpiece
Masterpiece
Masterpiece
.
Craft ourselves a masterpiece
Craft ourselves a masterpiece
Masterpiece
Masterpiece
Masterpiece
.
Artists are a thriving breed
Some of us are heavy bleeders
Need not seem so far and few between
For all I see are masterpieces
Hearts that bleed disasterpieces
No alarm
To mar the charming scene
.
Believe (repeat)
.
Artists are a dying breed
As few as we are far between
At least that’s what they lead us to believe
Yet all I see are masterpieces
Wise old souls and lighthouse keepers
Hearts that bleed disasterpieces
Arteries imparting thesis
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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