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