Iris - Heart of an Artist

You place your cards on the desk, but they rip it up in your face
They take you like a remote and control your fate
You can't take it and the heat starts to tackle your heart
But they don't care about the source
They just want you to fall apart

So stand up, let them know how you really feel
How can they push you if they don't know how to take the steel?
As you rise from your heels and they leave, just say, "Go away"

I don't fucking need you anymore, wave goodbye to the chores
Take off the cuffs off and breathe new life
Take it from the men who denied as they tried to survive, but the enemy began to ignite
The rage written on the walls, they were burning
They can't stop me when I crawl, now I'm running
This is the heart of an artist

You give them art made of gold, but they slice it down with embrace
They take it back to their hive and eradicate
You feel beaten when they shriek so you break down and cry
But they will fight because they use and abuse you from the start

So stand up, let them know that you will not be swayed
How can they know how you feel when they don't appreciate?
As you rise from your heels and they leave, just say, "Go away"

I don't fucking need you anymore, wave goodbye to the chores
Take off the cuffs off and breathe new life
Take it from the men who denied as they tried to survive, but the enemy began to ignite
The rage written on the walls, they were burning
They can't stop me when I crawl, now I'm running
This is the heart of an artist

Hold on onto your heart, don't let them take it from you
Just reignite what was your thrive, show them that you're alive
In my heart, I grieve for the artist I believe to be sent down from the sky
Only to be met with shadows they're hidden in the meadows poisoning all of the rye
Maybe we can meet in the middle, enough with the riddles
Treat them as they would treat you
They came to help your souls deliver a smile through the tolls
Isn't that what you would do?

I don't fucking need you anymore, wave goodbye to the chores
Take off the cuffs and breathe new life
Take it from the men who denied as they tried to survive, but the enemy began to ignite
I can taste the charge from the core, so we shout, "Fuck them all"
Make them know that you're not pushed around, let them know you are divine
Keep a kind state of mind, and speak it through the art of sound
The rage written on the wall, they were burning
They can't stop me when I crawl, now I'm running
This is the heart of an artist