The Dying of the Art

Hollow bodies floating on a sea of conscience
Lifeless souls, predict an endless stream of content
Staring through the bottom of an endless sea
Stealing pictures, fractured thoughts and undreamt dreams

Standing on the shoulders of the Lady Lovelace
Wonder what they’ll do now they can copy my face
Property is proper but the thrill is waning
Spark up my emotions as the game keeps changing

Muse don’t kill yourself
Cause I’ve got no one else
The artist starves without
It’s the art of burning out

If Turing couldn’t tell
The essence from the shell
The substance has no heart
It’s the dying of the art

It’s all fun and games
Roll the die, have a try
It’s all fun and games

It’s all fun and games
Input drives output’s knives
It’s all fun and games

A game of imitation has been so perfected
Minds once prized now find their very thoughts dissected
Come along and see the latest masterpieces
Techno-Leonardo plays Vivaldi’s Seasons

Ignorance is bliss
The taste that fooled the lips
When obsolescence comes
It’s the art of giving up

If Turing couldn’t tell
The essence from the shell
The substance has no heart
It’s the dying of the art

It’s all fun and games
Roll the die, have a try
It’s all fun and games

It’s all fun and games
Input drives output’s knives
It’s all fun and games

It’s all fun and games
Til the mind has no worth
It’s all fun and games

It’s all fun and games
If you’re numb it won’t hurt
It’s all fun and games

Think for me
Think for me
Speak for me
As I retire my birthright

Think for me
Think for me
We’ll go silently
Staring into the white light

Think for me
Think for me
Speak for me
As I retire my birthright

Think for me
Think for me
We’ll go blissfully
End the story we did not write