Текст песни Sprints - Descartes

Vanity is the curse of culture
A cyanide for the soul
Tip the tightrope delicately around ego
Don't let either side take hold
What is it to have artistic credibility?
For am I not just a man?
I seek to take aim at commentary
I speak so therefore I understand

Descartes, Descartes
Discord, discard
How do you heal a tortured heart?
Descartes, Descartes
Discord, discard
We have love, and we have art
Descartes, Dеscartes
Discord, discard
How do you heal a tortured hеart?
Descartes, Descartes
Discord, discard
We have love, and we have art

I count the dead leaves on the trees
I count the seconds between my breath (Ah-ha, ah-ha)
All's fair in love and war
But what if I've nothing more than war left?
Take my sanity
Take my sanctimony
Call me pious, call this holy matrimony
Call this anything you want from me

Descartes, Descartes
Discord, discard
How do you heal a tortured heart?
Descartes, Descartes
Discord, discard
We have love, and we have art
Descartes, Descartes
Discord, discard
How do you heal a tortured heart?
Descartes, Descartes
Discord, discard
We have love, and we have art

Disillusion, hate, anxiety
Pleasure, pain, ecstasy
Tell me, lord, how can I be
Better than I was born to be?
Disillusion, hate, anxiety
Pleasure, pain, ecstasy
Tell me lord, how can I be
Better than I was born to be?
Disillusion, hate, anxiety
Pleasure, pain, ecstasy
Tell me, lord, how can I be
Better than I was born to be?

Vanity is the curse of culture
Ignorance becomes the death of us
Privilege without acknowledgement is murder
The world is burning right in front of us