Guilt From The Hands Of The Pure (formerly Known As Lyrics

a tie that binds has been undone, when the creator forgets his works the art
then becomes abstract, it binds me to me, its been days since the works have
hung in the gallery, reminisce, look at what's passed, hollow this, shadow
you cast, it is undone, unnoticed on the floor, severed, it is undone, this
scream will ease all pain in a day or two, the piece will be bought and sold
and positioned, this scream will tilt, moving too quickly, too fast, faster
than before, i trust this scream will slow it down, the artwork is singed,
artist sinned