What will you know when you're awake? Can you spray paint over mistakes. Or will you paint your thoughts a shade of grey? We have sad eyes. We have dark hearts. We bleed in rainbows, talk in dots. We stumble into greatness. Or become great escapists. Another question sent from me to you. Who wants to Die for Art? Who wants to Die for Art. It's a perfect day for us to disappear Who wants to Die for Art? Who wants to Die for Art. It's a perfect day for us to disappear We all are waiting for a sign. We spill the ink outside the line. Internalize rejection, this painting's called depression. We talk to ghosts inside out heads. We fight the empty from our beds. And then we wake to live another day Knowing all we love will go away . Far away. Who wants to Die for Art? Who wants to Die for Art. It's a perfect day for us to disappear. (It's your decision) Who wants to Die for Art? Who wants to Die for Art. It's a perfect day for us to disappear. (It's your decision) Who wants to Die for Art? Who wants to Die for Art. It's a perfect day for us to disappear. (It's your decision) Who wants to Die for Art? Who wants to Die for Art. It's a perfect day for us to disappear (It's your decision)from here.