The end is soon to come

Wishing to revive the art scene

Nothing can be colder and loneliness

Settles in 

Who I am and what I have seen

And I stand before you

I only ask if I am worthy

But my soul drew back

Just like a heart attack

Wishing that you and I be holding hands

Wishing that you and I would see 

The madness and bizarre peculiarities

Are talking over the art scene 

And the craft will never be the same

Look at what I've done

A world of no judgement

And the end is soon to come

At High Noon and sunset

The battle has just begun 

The moving sculpture

And the inner workings of man & gun

What will you do

I'm depending on you

This is how the west was won

I could say that can trust me

What I would have done

To prove myself worthy of your love

Gun blazing and Kung Fu moves

I just stick to my pen and pencil

My camera and my paintbrush

The rest has yet to come