The Art Is Dead Lyrics

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We don't mind, they don't care, they wasted all our time,
we're floating in mid-air One more try to change their
minds, they're searching for a sweeter fruit upon a
higher vine And though we waited so long they said 'not
this time' Every move is a move worth taking, one step,
two step, three step... There's no day, there's no night,
its an industry that changes like the rising tide We will
fight to our last breath, we will be seen, we will be
heard, out in the streets, to death And though we waited
so long they said 'not this time' Every move is a move
worth taking, one step, two step, three step...