Lovers of Artists

[00:16.91] I'm a lover of my muse
[00:19.36] The critics are so rude
[00:21.34] The crowds are empty and cruel
[00:24.38] But it's art
[00:28.45] You call it art
[00:33.29] I'm not owned by anyone
[00:35.32] I don't owe to anything
[00:37.38] I can tell who he is
[00:40.43] "Baby, it's part of art"
[00:49.38] I'm not the subject, I'm the set on fire
[00:57.45] Not framed, I'm spilled
[01:01.33] You call it mess, aftermath
[01:05.67] Curtain down, oh, black out
[01:09.57] Exit sign, echo down the stairs
[01:14.05] Monologue but bruised backstage
[01:18.96] The truth is
[01:26.06] One moment
[01:26.95] You say "I'll lay you down by fire"
[01:34.16] One moment
[01:34.92] "Baby, please keep my secrets to my enemy"
[01:41.99] Oh, baby
[01:42.93] Why would I?
[01:50.75] A-ha
[01:54.44] A-ha
[01:58.58] A-ha
[02:02.63] A-ha
[02:07.12] Nothing rehearsed, all of it was real
[02:15.54] I wasn't the icon, just the incident
[02:23.71] Lovers of artists
[02:25.78] Proof of what I'm doing
[02:27.77] People love to watch it
[02:29.73] Take my photo, bitches
[02:31.84] Put me in your thesis
[02:33.63] Blueprints fractured without me
[02:35.92] Called it a breakdown
[02:37.49] Fine, make it modern art, then
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