Rest in peace she said But I was not alive or dead And yet the tombstone would be fed in plastic flower beds Don't insult me don't you cry I'm as old as I am high I heard no tears I heard a sigh The artist that was bound to die Feel no shame my friend I'm fine 89 still traveling, I'm too weak to die to strong to fight A vacuum between space and time I've never seen the magic in my creations or my sins I'm soulless, lost, I'm swimming in an ocean where my failures been Just follow my eyes they'll shine in the dark All the way up to my grave in the north Oh how I've found, art is not blind So I bury myself alive and alone Just follow my voice it's echoing still Dancing disgraceful in trees and the wind Oh how I found the curse will be gone When I bury myself alive and alone Just follow my eyes they'll shine in the dark All the way up to my grave in the north Oh how I've found, art is not blind So I bury myself alive and alone Nature wants me dead My poems will be unread Nature wants me dead My poems will be unread Nature wants me dead My poems will be unread An artist turns the world to art I have set these two apart I let you down but I'm not Sorry that I broke your heart