There's a time to create
And a time to destroy
When the gold turns to shit
My soul drains from all joy

My mind scans the unknown
True genius waits to be found
My creations take me high
Only to drop me back to the ground

Bitter mistakes in Art
Forever twisting my heart
Never to create, what would last
Repeating mistakes of the past

Each time this happens
My soul becomes more scarred and torn
There is one chance left
I've got to invent a new art-form

Bitter mistakes in Art
No more twisting my heart
I watch the life drain away
This is true art I've found my way