Feed the soul.

We the artists, we are condemned.

Damned for life.

Damned to be loved, not to be in love.
We, us and our destiny. We all have a purpose, to inspire.
We are scared and we are not, we feel lonely and we don't.
Please, don't try to understand me.
Only old men are allowed to love artists like me.
Only the forbidden, only the impossible.
That's our curse. Let our soul feed from it.
Feed the soul, kill the artist.
We the artists, we are condemned.