The Art Is Dead Songtext

We don't mind, they don't care, they wasted all our time, we're floating in mid-air
One more try to change their minds, they're searching for a sweeter fruit upon a higher vine

And though we waited so long they said "not this time"
Every move is a move worth taking, one step, two step, three step...

There's no day, there's no night, its an industry that changes like the rising tide
We will fight to our last breath, we will be seen, we will be heard, out in the streets, to death

And though we waited so long they said "not this time"