Lyric

Born with my eyes on a world none could see

Art was the only true language to me

Food was a shadow, and sleep was a stain

Study and pleasure were trivial chains

Human affection, a meaningless cry

All faded before the infinite in my eye

Even my own blood grew frightened of me

Selling what they feared for whatever they'd see

A prodigy born in a world made of clay

My strokes ate the light, turning midnight to day

The masters grew bitter, their envy turned black

Till knives in the darkness were aimed at my back

Hunted for brilliance, betrayed by my kin

I ran through the night with my art held within

No hand came to save me, no shelter, no guide

Only creation remained at my side

PAINT THE VOID!

(No mortal hands can break the frame!)

BOARD THE ARK!

GUARD THE ART!

(What I create will still remain!)

PAINT THE VOID!

BOARD THE ARK!

GUARD THE ART!

A gift beyond art was the key in my hand

A ticket to somewhere they could not command

The vessel now carries me out of that place

No longer alone in the cold, hollow space

I stand with the outcast, the strange, and the scarred

Each carrying something the world would discard

Their souls paint new colors no solitude knew

And still, through it all, I create something new

PAINT THE VOID!

(We sail beyond the bitter dark!)

BOARD THE ARK!

(A sacred shelter for the marked!)

GUARD THE ART!

(My creation will never die!)

PAINT THE VOID!

BOARD THE ARK!

GUARD THE ART!

Creation begins again