A simple shout can be a real work of art
A work of art can bring society apart
An emptiness from the highest of places
A single rhyme, a jingle line on a piece of paper

The state of art is the most beautiful song
In the most beautiful painting
Or in the house where we belong

Birds dancing in the moonlight in the darkest mist
A sad theater playing the story of an altruist
It's like watching a silent movie in the chaos of town
It's like having a breakdown
Out-of-tune notes in a fiery rhythm
A painting poorly scattered on the wall (all all)
Crooked pillars built without algorithms
Dance steps moving in the dance hall

Breakdown
Chaos of town

The state of art is found in the most beautiful song
In the most beautiful painting
Or in the house where we belong

Lovers dancing in the fountains of sadness
An actor crying and screaming in madness
Inside lonely cinema a horror movie is playing
For the sake of your life a devil is praying
Beautiful notes coming out of a broken guitar
The demolished statue of a beautiful star
A painter splashing blood on a white fence
A leader losing his common sense

Blood on the fence
Common sense

The state of art, is found in the most beautiful song
In the most beautiful painting
Or in the house where we belong

A bright light, from a vicious screen can blind us
A new program that copies perfection won't oust us
A chosen beauty, arising in our minds
No more sights, no more songs
In the house where we belong