A man came up from anywhere 

A nd cut the edge so close 

That it could not be ignored 

The people gasped and grabbed their hearts 

The sky--it danced and shook the dark 

and everywhere the people wanted more 

Changed the history of the scene 

Hit it like a bomb if you know what i mean 

He was the next beethovern or the next Van Gogh 

A brand new edgar allan poe 

Anticipation was rising for the second work 

To give their existence another needed perk (and they were) 



Waiting for another hit 

Waiting for another hit 

Waiting for another hit 

Waiting for another hit 



The critics hated it 

They chewed it up and spat it out 

Some called it high art 

Some said it wasn't high enough 

So, what do you say? 

So, do what yo say. 

Meanwhile 

Some found the true meaning or art 

That lay not in the perception 

But deep within the heart 

The spit will dry on their faces 

and they will be all the better for it 

What do you say? 

Do what you say. 

Don't wait for this.