Lyrics
[Verse]
A foolish man with trembling hands
Holding art he can't withstand
Smudging beauty till it fades away
Each stroke steals the light of day
[Chorus]
He buys he sells he tears apart
A man who never found his start
The canvas cries the colors bleed
A hollow soul a heart in need
[Verse 2]
He walks alone through hollow streets
Trading dreams for empty beats
Abilities drowned in the weight of time
A broken rhythm without a rhyme
[Bridge]
Oh what is a man who can’t create
Who shuns the love he could relate
The world’s a mirror cracked and cold
His own reflection growing old
[Chorus]
He buys he sells he tears apart
A man who never found his start
The canvas cries the colors bleed
A hollow soul a heart in need
[Outro]
The foolish man stands in the dark
Holding art without a spark
No brush no light no hope no flame
Just shadows whispering his name
Style
minimalhauntingpiano-driven with strings swelling softly in the background for emotional depth
Prompt
A foolish man holding bodies of art to smudge it's canvas until it's no longer beauitiful. Buying and sell where a man without a start giving up on trying to help others. His abilities to be slowed.
Credits
Prompt byAinI
GeneratedJul 16, 2025
ModelAria v4