What will you know when you're awake? Can you spray paint over mistakes Or will you paint your thoughts a shade of grey? We have sad eyes We have dark hearts We bleed in rainbows, talk in dots We stumble into greatness Or become great escapists Another question sent from me to you Who wants to die for art? Who wants to die for art? It's a perfect day for us to disappear Who wants to die for art? Who wants to die for art? It's a perfect day for us to disappear We all are waiting for a sign We spill the ink outside the line Internalize rejection This painting's called depression We talk to ghosts inside our heads We fight the empty from our beds And then wake to live another day Knowing all we love will go away Far away Who wants to die for art? Who wants to die for art? It's a perfect day for us to disappear (It's your decision) Who wants to die for art? Who wants to die for art? It's a perfect day for us to disappear (It's your decision) From here