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The Art
we are the children of the light
we are the ones with no life
we were born for one reason
we have lived to kill our time
the time thats spent is expensive
yet wasted on things not worth a dime
strange how things start with crayon hearts
now we color them with a different art
i spoke to you in a different tongue
you translate things in a worldly way
is it the words your used to that make you
or is it the words you choose that break you
does it matter at all what i have to say
will you listen to me or try to take me
and burry me with the rest of your friends
we are the children of the light
we are the ones with no life
we were born for one reason
we have lived to kill your time
the time thats spent is expensive
yet waste it on things not worth a dime
strange how things start with painted love
now we color them with a different art
