I am an artist, I won't crawl I'll paint a picture of my heart And hang it on a wall It's my sweet release It's my masterpiece Hanging on a wall in a museum You can hurt me but I'll fight back I'll rearrange the shadows and the light 'Til the colors turn to black 'Til my broken heart Is a work of art Hanging on a wall in a museum And I'll paint the golden summers And I'll paint the starry nights And I'll paint the bloody battles And the refuse of the fight Like a message in a bottle Like a ghost beyond the grave You're looking for some meaning But it's my life I'm trying to save I am a stranger to myself Not living breathing flesh and blood But dust upon a shelf It's my joy and my strife It's my lot in life To be hanging on a wall in a museum