"Starve An Artist, Cover Your Trash" lyrics - EVERY TIME I DIE

Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked
Withstanding change like a tragic play or holy war between the sects
The carnival stands but the cities will tend to move
Like planets around a star, or water circling the drain?
Soul-less potboilers

Avant-guardian angels on the wrong page of the map
Avant-guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass

Still holding up the wall, still-life
A landmark placed for the photo op
He's got no teeth, he doesn't bite
An empire falls but the cockroaches stay to breed
Is it superior genes, or won't Death collect such awful things?
Yes it's garbage, but does that mean that it's art?
Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart
If you leave it hanging long enough, someone will be amazed and just because it's personal doesn't mean it's not cliche
If it doesn't look like something now, steal it before it does

Avant-guardian angel on the wrong page of the map
Avant-guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass

I will be there to help straighten out the frame that so
Proudly displays my own death certificate