Art is Dead

Brushes dryin' out here, feel neglected Canvas blank and now detected True creation, now we're disconnected CHORUS: 2x I see art fading, machines on the attack, you see So synthetic, baby tell me where's the plea Pixels blending art and layers, can't compare To the strokes of passion, human touch so rare In the galleries of code, our souls reflect Missing textures of the heart, what did we expect? [Chorus] Brushes down, the screens aglow, oh can't you see Lost the craft, the human glow, we're in too deep In virtual realms, we're chasing ghosts (chasing ghosts) Forsaking hands for algorithms' boasts The palette fades to binary codes (binary codes) In the silence of the screens, true art erodes [Chorus] Generations future may never know the feel Of paint that bleeds emotion, canvas that can heal Oil pastels and watercolors, once vibrant now they sleep Fingers swipe on glass, while the brushes weep Each pixel placed by cold precision's reign Yet craving strokes from a soul, not a programmed chain [Chorus] Digitized dreams, where is the flaw, where is the fight? Can cold circuitry ever match a starry night?