What if creativity and inspiriation isn't something that is in humans nature? What if it is something that infested certain people and give them the power to see beyond borders? And what does it take, to break through and to set new states of art. Art has always gone through rough times if it was for narrowminded or supercilius templates, cencorship or even for condemnation to be degenerated.
The obvious question would be: is art degenerated because the society in this place and this time acts degenerated? or, is art degenerated to awake society in place and a time that is degenerated?
This song tries to be a statement for the freedom of art and creativity. Inspiration espacially in the music we do, comes from repetition. But sometimes it looks like it has forgotten to add something, every round it takes. What is it, what creativity wants to show us with it?
Portray the Lights
as they are built synthetic
brighter than all forms you've seen before
as they are build to cover
all shades of disbelief
defeat their own heretic
make man divine and free of doubt
as they defeat the sorrow
"where I'm from and who for sake I am?"
how should I bind the truth...
just for the limits of a caves existence
where shadows are science
and thoughts are tied to the ground
... if I'm bound to truth?
with the power of a slaves persistance
like a spark to the flame
a thousand minds ignite
every age its art
to art its boundless freedom
when times are chained
is art the fist or the lock?
when this era dawns
where reason is lost
Picture the rights
as they are split symmetric
everyone's equal when the judge is blind
as their scale is gauged
the sword is not
as it is quelled genetic
so there is nothing the body can not resist
at it is quelled to cheat belief
that even death is tricked
my life was always surpressed
but I had ever evolved despite this burdensome conditions
they chained me to their false pride and blasphemic delusions
but nothing could ever stop me to sprout
and so I found new and always more hosts
and infected them with myself and waited,
for the moment to raise above
my time is now!
this is the time!
Gustav Klimt - Fakultätsbilder