Endless Forms – Tired of Art

Hanging on indecision
Hanging by a tiny thread
I want real purpose
I want to deserve this
I want to believe
I want the real thing
I want to give everything I have

Chorus 1

I tried to be true
I was trying to be consumed
Metastasize the truth
’Til it’s weaponized to break me through

Verse 2

I’m living in a desperate age
A floodlight in the night demanding day
But I need the darkness
I’m tired of catharsis
I’m tired of art
I’ve read too much Jean Paul Sartre
I think it’s time to admit I’ve changed

Chorus 2

I tried to be true
I was trying be consumed
The spotlight was confused
Or maybe I chose the wrong muse

Verse 3

I became a whore to proclaim
The word of the Lord in search of fame
I was so pornographic
Going down on the mattress
Peddling belief
Trying to get paid for prophecy
Trying to win without admitting I played