A glimpse of this faded landscape And I fall down, an empty voyeur, agonizing Such a rotten portrait of a musical rape Big Brother loves to see everyone begging Violence rushes past me I've heard their vows with no strings attached I've watched their bodies contort in flames I've seen the filth slip out of their frames I confess my artistic bankruptcy To feel the Muse breathe new life in me Embracing danger as self-expression While the interlude turns to slow agony Mixing heroism and pointless aggression Youth's funeral is its own mediocrity And my shame is a colorful procession There are no meaningful collective intentions I've watched their bodies contort in flames I've seen the filth slip out of their frames I confess my artistic bankruptcy To feel the Muse breathe new life in me I try to create a new and final act One that could outlast me in the end To find the heart of my Muse intact With my head unbowed, and knees unbent I confess my artistic bankruptcy To feel the Muse breathe new life in me Breathe new life in me For the loss of my individual senses The fragmentation of my last defenses