Sun ravaged skin removed Pent up remission Stuck on a pike and lulled to sleep My friends lie full and barbed inane In no one's name In no one's name I ride the tail Flowing down I make my name In no one's name And walk for miles My son weeps On a table and I say No! It's not real! I am not here and Art is dead! Atrophy only gets me off Cut your body up Clean in the end Haute bourgeoisie concern! I am no longer burdened And I walk for miles On this table Weeping as the knife is drawn Screaming Art is dead! Art is dead!