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The Artist’s palette falls, the paint is spilled with blood.
Someone’s shot him down, left him without his soul.
His body’s laid to rest and underground he’ll stay,
With hopes to resurrect and live again another day.
Now they decide who lives and dies.

His peers won’t come around, they’re too disgraced to face,
Another soldier down, his life’s work a waste.
And now these walls are bare, no one pretends to care,
A distant memory, his masterpiece in disrepair.
Now, they decide who lives, and dies.
They will hold you back.

We stand tall and illuminate. We fight through and prevail.
We don’t stop when you’d be giving up. We won’t ever fail.

A martyr takes his hand to make him live again.
With savage sleight of hand he’ll force his legs to stand.
A sick and gutless joke, a serenading hoax.
Interrupted peace, a waste of time, a pathetic excuse for hope.

The sleepless nights have no compassion,
And the dreams that come aren’t true.
A charade of lies unconscious, and so much left to be proved.
But the sun will rise and fall again, and the nights will start to shorten.
The memories will fade into darkness.
You can’t let it go.

But you’re world is turned upside down.
It’s a panic you can’t release.
Once you have it you just can’t ever ignore it.
That’s when you realize your best days are behind you.
And all you’ll ever live for is regret.
You can’t it take it away.