My saving grace
Tailored for the marksman
Littered with deception
All will be safe
Mend the spackled sweat lodge
The air is stale and fragile
I still betray
Lies are locked and loaded
This stance is cocked and shouldered
Pray for rain
Beating down as bullets
Impounding all that moves this way

Mine is the touch that will burn you forever
If you lay with me now you would feel so much better
No matter what you say I have made my decision
Lie to me now with the words I long to hear

I have no more faith
Kissed the lips of logic, inherit hope so tragic
Wilt and decay
A breathe of rotten apples who’s stench was made of flowers
I left on this grave
Mingled dirt and ashes a front to guard the masses
Leave this place
Calm the cool collective a hand to play the call in spades

Fear rules your fate
Wager all that matters
I hear the rules have all changed
I hear the walls are closing in


from The Art is Fire, released January 1, 2012


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The Art is Fire is a collective of individuals each with his own distinct background and tastes. The four members met and formed in Denver each on his own pilgrimage from various cities throughout the US, including Nashville, New York and L.A. The tempered frenzy of this musical collaboration has driven us to create and share with you all our vision of Rock, Jazz, Fusion, Funk, Metal and Folk. ... more

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