Still Life (Division)

Words and music by Seth Warren


Troubled times make us turn inward, rest our easels on our backs
You are drawing your conclusions, you are shading in your facts
Criticism never meant much, reasoning meant even less
Blasphemy was what you prayed for – many say you got your wish

Here we go…here we go again…

You will step into your temple, coloured ashes at your feet
You will paint yourself in beauty, you will make yourself complete
Walk up to your mirrored alter where you claim self-sacrifice
Every portrait is a martyr; every portrait is closed eyes

It’s obvious why you came
You couldn’t lose the game
Though most of us just didn’t care to play
As you spin out of control
The muses that you stole
Are critics who are throwing you away

Copyright © 2004 Seth Warren