Even if it's found a thousand years Its pulses will keep to beat unchanged And never late Can you hear it? In fact, it's not only a rarity Certainly there is artistry and protest What am I trying to shout in this ruined land? Everyone comes to an end Will I be able to leave proof of my life Before takes me the darkness If it's not odds and ends Tell me when it can be an artifact Feel it, art in fact is here I give my soul here again It surely being made now And for that nothing in vain The things I hold in my hands form my ego The things I have created show me where I go What is needed to pile sand higher? There is more than one answer to this question Don't be fooled by the word of a liar Whatever you give but just don't let it dry out The things I hold in my hands form my ego The things I have created show me where I go If you think I'm lying, try believing me Everyone comes to an end Will I be able to leave proof of my life Before takes me the darkness If it's not odds and ends Tell me when it can be an artifact Everyone comes to an end Will I be able to leave proof of my life Before takes me the darkness If it's not odds and ends Tell me when it can be an artifact Feel it, art in fact is here