Letra de False Cods

Painter, bring the weight of your thoughts to the lead in the paint on your fingertips
Chisel abstract to fruition
Wetware
All we are is wetware
Pastel paint on the side of organic canvas
At a fault we are imperfect little portraits
Tracing details in ourselves
And I can’t tell
Where is the artist and what is the art?
Maker, found your luck in the shades that poured from your veins when you made her
Another masterpiece in place
Fake art. All we are is fake art
An accident of the brush, mixing colors on palettes
Forge your fate
Guide the pen to the paper
Sign your name
Take credit where credits due
Show some faith
Existence is a process
Take the time left to find
A means to a meaning
At a fault we are imperfect little portraits
Tracing details in ourselves
I can’t tell
When the paint should begin to dry
When the ink begins to run
Put ourselves upon the wall
And I can’t tell
Where is the artist and what is the art?