ART Video (MV)

I can almost feel this hair in the wind
Cheeks so high
It's like they're painted on my skin
A sin
Too grand
A history banned
A game of telephone
With the man upstairs
How much do they pay you
To look like that
And I've been set apart
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be a God
I'm already a star
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be art
I shrug my shoulders
And ride the windmill through
The center of your attention
And you
Can laugh
And trade the camp
For radium and pies
Nonstop alibis
To the man who lives upstairs
Oh
I wonder
Did I set my stones flat enough
For my house to catch the light
(I'm revealing)
And I've been set apart
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be a God
I'm already a star
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be art
And I've been set apart
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be a God
I'm already a star
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be art
I wonder
Did I set my stones flat enough
For my house to catch the light
I can be the martyr with the dewy eye
I can be the metal beam to build your sky
I can turn your dollar to slice of life
As I shed my skin
I realize
This mess of mine
It needs no title
And I've been set apart
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be a God
I'm already a star
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be art
And I've been set apart
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be a God
I'm already a star
Cuz to sing
Is to breathe
Is to live
Is to be art