tribe of judah - exit elvis | Текст песни

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• tribe of judah
• exit elvis

art is dead
mourn the masterpiece
rendering in irrelevance
heavy hands held in high regard
art thou forsake itself
in panoramic reason

starving artist
feed the indulgence
a contradiction in canvas
painting a pretense
i sing therefore i am
vanity validity

the kings new fall collection
longing for immortality
in the shadow of the pyramid
weathered epitaph
second generation interpret
does not da'vinci depreciate

call on your mistress
court the harlot
justification by fame alone

muzak's over
curtain calls
obesity has taken her bows
it's quarter past the hour
the battle for integrity
was lost in its pursuit
(laughtears)

call on you mistress
court the harlot
justification by fame alone

muzak's over
curtain calls
obesity has taken her bows

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