Cursed Artist

Hey, listen while the people are talking bullshit every day
There is always an artist dying behind the curtain
He gives up
Oh, maybe he’s a fool to sing his own songs
But it is hard to see this world shivering day after day
Just don't insist

Blessed is the cursed artist
Hallowed is the clown
That inside his circus
Mocks those who understand nothing
Where do we go now?
Just listen to the fools
Every time is the same old shit
Listening to the fools

He was always called hobo
But he never cared
Who killed him?
Now nobody wants to take the blame

Blessed is the cursed artist
Hallowed is the clown
That inside his circus
Dies without any audience