Lyrics

[INTRO]
All rise, for the lucky void album opening remarks.
All you mother fuckers,
SHUT
THE
FUCK
UP
…Cool let’s kick it.

[VERSE 1]
In a gallery of masks, where the shadows play,
They paint their pretty lies with a goddamn brush of gray.
Stifled souls on canvas, drowning in the noise,
The brushstrokes of the blind, they steal our inner voice.

[CHORUS]
Art, art in the hands of fools,
Lost in the echo of broken rules.
What’s real is dismissed while the fake takes the crown,
We’re the warriors of truth, pushing phonies down.

[VERSE 2]
Awards for the monotone, prizes for the bland,
Sculptures of the privileged, built on shifting sand.
While the real heart bleeds and the humble hands ache,
The elite dictate beauty, God's cruel little mistake.

[CHORUS]
Art, art in the hands of fools,
Lost in the echo of broken rules.
What’s real is dismissed while the fake takes the crown,
We’re the warriors of truth, pushing phonies down.

[BRIDGE]
We’ll shatter your illusions with every brush we wield,
No more hiding in shadows, the truth shall be revealed.
From the ashes of the hollow, a movement will arise,
With hearts ablaze, we'll sever all your designer ties.

[VERSE 3]
In the halls of the crooked, we're reclaiming the fight,
With paint-stained hands, we'll walk into the light.
No more silence for the sacred, it’s time to break the mold,
In this war of authenticity, our stories shall be told.

[CHORUS]
Art, art in the hands of fools,
Lost in the echo of broken rules.
What’s real is dismissed while the fake takes the crown,
We’re the warriors of truth, pushing phonies down.

[OUTRO]
So hear us loud, hear us clear,
Every brushstroke breaks the veneer.
The dawn of the real, it’s finally here,
Together we rise, we conquer the fear.
All rise, for the lucky void, let’s make it crystal clear.