the curse of the art Video (MV)

I skinny dip in a pond of blood
I'm being tapped on the shoulder by mud
I crawl and claw among the witches
They stare me down like I'm one of their bitches
They punch me in the stomach
I guzzle down on my own blood
While my intestines slip out of my body
My skin burning at the touch of their teeth
I've been kissing death since 2009
I need to know when I'm gonna die
What, where, how, and why
I was dressed up in public sludge
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
I'm sleeping in your lungs
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
I'm the rusted ring of your prized possession
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
I'm the empty plastic bottles in your room
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
I drink molten lava seeping out of your lungs
While the clouds are raining my blood & jealousy
I'm gonna get you back, I'm gonna get you back
I never got santiago back and all I felt was pure red
Everyone today loves for the concept of sex
While the man under the influence is crashing cars into bridges
I was down bad, don't tell me about it, don't tell me about it
I sent myself to purgatory as my muscles slip out of my body
Are you tired of me? Are you tired of me?
The tears of the dead haven't been heard
The art, the art, the art
The art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
The art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
I can't fall in love with you
It's killing me in the back of my mind
You could've been the one I dreamed of at 13
(I'm fallin' in love)
I was dressed up in public sludge
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
I'm sleeping in your lungs
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
I'm the rusted ring of your prized possession
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
I'm the empty plastic bottles in your room
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted
You are what you do
You are what you hate
You are what you love
Love
You'll hear from the tears of the dead
I'll be dead by dawn