(Verse 1)
In the halls of art history
Where the canvas breathes and dreams are free
A painter strokes with hands unbound
Rejecting the chains of the old worlds sound
Sculptors carve in the realm of thought
Breaking balance the lines theyve sought
The classical idea outdated gone
In the chaos they march they move on
(Pre-Chorus)
Dadas whispers call from the past
In random fragments they will last
Chance poetry a rebels song
Shattering the rules theyve been wronged
(Chorus)
Reject the beauty that reason hides
Embrace the chaos where truth resides
The theater of the mind unfolds
Performing arts where nothings told
Visual arts a storms embrace
A collage of meaning in endless space
Were rejecting the old were breaking the mold
In the chaos of creation the future unfolds
(Verse 2)
Proportions broken balance betrayed
The old conventions have all decayed
Cut-out dreams collage of thought
A self-contained world that cant be bought
Plot development in the theaters dark
Where chanting voices leave their mark
The audience stares at a world untamed
In the random theres no one to blame
(Pre-Chorus)
Dadas whispers call from the past
In random fragments they will last
Chance poetry a rebels song
Shattering the rules theyve been wronged
(Chorus)
Reject the beauty that reason hides
Embrace the chaos where truth resides
The theater of the mind unfolds
Performing arts where nothings told
Visual arts a storms embrace
A collage of meaning in endless space
Were rejecting the old were breaking the mold
In the chaos of creation the future unfolds
(Bridge)
Sculpture of the soul a form that bends
Through the barriers where art never ends
Traditional notions shattered by time
In this chaos we find our rhyme
Realitys twist a plot untold
Art is the backbone fearless bold
(Chorus)
Reject the beauty that reason hides
Embrace the chaos where truth resides
The theater of the mind unfolds
Performing arts where nothings told
Visual arts a storms embrace
A collage of meaning in endless space
Were rejecting the old were breaking the mold
In the chaos of creation the future unfolds
(Outro)
Arts not reason its the chaos inside
Where every fracture holds the tide
We are the dreamers breaking free
In the chaos of creation well always be
