On Artistic Integrity 歌词

歌曲	On Artistic Integrity
歌手	Emilie Autumn
专辑	Your Sugar Sits Untouched
下载	Image LRC TXT

	I toe the line of self-indulgence
	Every time I place my pen
	Upon the page
	And form the words
	I felt
	But couldn’t show ‘til then
	And to myself
	I beg the question
	Why do I thus masquerade
	As one to one
	And to another
	Someone else?
	If I
	Afraid
	Of what the consequence of stating
	Openly my cause might be
	When I rant
	And rhyme
	And reason
	Do I write for them
	Or me?
	I believe there is some merit
	In creating for one’s self
	But why place before the public
	What is best
	Left on the shelf?
	Though while I write
	I do not feel that
	What I pen is mine alone
	Even this could be misguided
	As are many I have known
	Who swore, poor souls
	That they possessed
	The key to man’s mysterious fate
	Succeeded in convincing some
	But most could tell
	They did but prate
	On subjects
	Touching something vague
	Which cannot be unproven, or
	In place of content
	Speak in tongues
	Yet know not whom they’re speaking for
	No, I am not deluded so
	I do not feel I represent
	Some force divine
	But still I know
	That I shall never be content
	To hold my tongue when I would speak
	Or change my words to suit the hour
	Or pinch a blush upon my cheek
	To feign my joy
	At love gone sour
	I do not wish to disappoint
	The faith that others place in me
	To lead the way to brighter days
	But sometimes dark
	Is all I see
	I work for good
	I toil for hope
	No one can question my intent
	But even those who listen close
	Can often mistake
	What I meant
	My fear
	I’ve come to realize
	Is mainly this:
	That I am wrong
	That my perception is askew
	That I write shyte
	And call it song
	Perhaps I’ll always question thus
	Discount my merits
	Thoughts
	And deeds
	‘Tis well
	Long as I still go forth
	And see where this
	My vision
	Leads
	Strong is she
	Who knows her mind
	And speaks it
	Though she may not please
	Fortunate the audience
	That hears such honest thoughts
	As these

	I toe the line of selfindulgence
	Every time I place my pen
	Upon the page
	And form the words
	I felt
	But couldn' t show ' til then
	And to myself
	I beg the question
	Why do I thus masquerade
	As one to one
	And to another
	Someone else?
	If I
	Afraid
	Of what the consequence of stating
	Openly my cause might be
	When I rant
	And rhyme
	And reason
	Do I write for them
	Or me?
	I believe there is some merit
	In creating for one' s self
	But why place before the public
	What is best
	Left on the shelf?
	Though while I write
	I do not feel that
	What I pen is mine alone
	Even this could be misguided
	As are many I have known
	Who swore, poor souls
	That they possessed
	The key to man' s mysterious fate
	Succeeded in convincing some
	But most could tell
	They did but prate
	On subjects
	Touching something vague
	Which cannot be unproven, or
	In place of content
	Speak in tongues
	Yet know not whom they' re speaking for
	No, I am not deluded so
	I do not feel I represent
	Some force divine
	But still I know
	That I shall never be content
	To hold my tongue when I would speak
	Or change my words to suit the hour
	Or pinch a blush upon my cheek
	To feign my joy
	At love gone sour
	I do not wish to disappoint
	The faith that others place in me
	To lead the way to brighter days
	But sometimes dark
	Is all I see
	I work for good
	I toil for hope
	No one can question my intent
	But even those who listen close
	Can often mistake
	What I meant
	My fear
	I' ve come to realize
	Is mainly this:
	That I am wrong
	That my perception is askew
	That I write shyte
	And call it song
	Perhaps I' ll always question thus
	Discount my merits
	Thoughts
	And deeds
	' Tis well
	Long as I still go forth
	And see where this
	My vision
	Leads
	Strong is she
	Who knows her mind
	And speaks it
	Though she may not please
	Fortunate the audience
	That hears such honest thoughts
	As these

	I toe the line of selfindulgence
	Every time I place my pen
	Upon the page
	And form the words
	I felt
	But couldn' t show ' til then
	And to myself
	I beg the question
	Why do I thus masquerade
	As one to one
	And to another
	Someone else?
	If I
	Afraid
	Of what the consequence of stating
	Openly my cause might be
	When I rant
	And rhyme
	And reason
	Do I write for them
	Or me?
	I believe there is some merit
	In creating for one' s self
	But why place before the public
	What is best
	Left on the shelf?
	Though while I write
	I do not feel that
	What I pen is mine alone
	Even this could be misguided
	As are many I have known
	Who swore, poor souls
	That they possessed
	The key to man' s mysterious fate
	Succeeded in convincing some
	But most could tell
	They did but prate
	On subjects
	Touching something vague
	Which cannot be unproven, or
	In place of content
	Speak in tongues
	Yet know not whom they' re speaking for
	No, I am not deluded so
	I do not feel I represent
	Some force divine
	But still I know
	That I shall never be content
	To hold my tongue when I would speak
	Or change my words to suit the hour
	Or pinch a blush upon my cheek
	To feign my joy
	At love gone sour
	I do not wish to disappoint
	The faith that others place in me
	To lead the way to brighter days
	But sometimes dark
	Is all I see
	I work for good
	I toil for hope
	No one can question my intent
	But even those who listen close
	Can often mistake
	What I meant
	My fear
	I' ve come to realize
	Is mainly this:
	That I am wrong
	That my perception is askew
	That I write shyte
	And call it song
	Perhaps I' ll always question thus
	Discount my merits
	Thoughts
	And deeds
	' Tis well
	Long as I still go forth
	And see where this
	My vision
	Leads
	Strong is she
	Who knows her mind
	And speaks it
	Though she may not please
	Fortunate the audience
	That hears such honest thoughts
	As these

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