Lyrics: Paula Zaindl
Music: Paula Zaindl
Everything your senses comprehend
Is a thousand years of feelings finding an end
In your consumption, mmm
You can see the souls of the dead
But what is there left if you tear the souls from the faces
The players from the game?
Turn creators into consumers
Watch the coffin lower
Welcome to the funeral
The funeral of art
Saved a thousand lives before its death
Now, is there a point in watching nothingness?
Can’t heal talking to bandaids torn apart
Can’t fill the void with its own parts
So what is there left if there’s nothing left
Tell me what is there left?
When you turn creators into consumers
And watch the coffin lower
Welcome to the funeral
The funeral of art
Till the end of time, I will suffer here
Don’t you know my name? What you did to me?
I’m suffocating, but I’ll never die
I will suffer here till the end of time
Till the end of time, I will suffer here
Don’t you know my name? What you did to me?
I’m suffocating, but I’ll never die
I will suffer here till the end of time
Till the end of time, I will suffer here
Don’t you know my name? What you did to me?
I’m suffocating, but I’ll never die
I will suffer here till the end of time
Faked my death for the profit
But you can hear the knocking from the coffin
You can bury me alive, create copies
But you can’t ever really stop me
Cause what is there left?
(What is there left?)
You can blur the lines between what is and isn’t true
But everyone likes black and white more without deep blue
Consumers
Make them watch the coffin lower
As long as no one looks inside it, it’s as alive as it is not
So welcome to the funeral, to the funeral of art