Os Lo Dije

Their ignorance is stubborn, but my lecture insists
The general view of art is pretty sad
If according to them it's indefinable, it’s a joke
Using a term whose definition doesn’t exist

Are they fools or completely out of their minds?
Stop spouting nonsense, shut your trap
Better to hold back the attack
They aim for victory but wouldn’t even have the glory to tie with me

Their irrationality fights only out of vanity
They're so fake that instead of blood, they have ketchup
Refusing a counterargument is a human way
To not admit that their years of acceptance were in vain

But enough! Stop throwing shit in my basket
Refute against subjective art and don’t be a drag
Or study other texts on aesthetics and compare
And explain to us why even the conclusion is so damn bad

They call anything art, and what they assume
Shows their ignorance about what they consume
If this keeps up, art will die within us
And it won’t come back unless our work is dug up

Is religion the opiate of the masses? What a fallacy
It’s just the consequence, because the opiate is ignorance
Let’s stop whitewashing the stupidity in the world
If they spend hours on leisure and not a second on the mind

There’s more than one who thinks they’re my disciple
And acts all intellectual just because they have a degree
They have no idea how ridiculous they look
Since they confuse the purpose with the vehicle

Get yourself 20 degrees if that makes you happy
And build a monument to the education system
Remember that a piece of paper can be blown away by the wind
But there’s no hurricane that can take away knowledge

And mental disorders reign
Where no one knows how to define with words, they have no materials
To create scientific-literary systems
That help them face their emotional problems

I work co-founding a utopian new era
Where subjectivism and madness reign
And I hope it’s before the subjective world
Ends its arrival and no one understands what I write

I’m sorry, sweetheart, I only listen to reason
Don’t come at me with roundabout talk, you’re not an electron
No matter how close I get, I can’t see any distance
Between subjectivism and the ignorance it cradles
I also can’t find its connection with art
And that this is its current support, don’t dismiss it
It’s not trivial, I must remind you
That the new artistic industry makes more bucks than a cartel’s ship

Magnates, camouflaging their business as a fetish
Their speculation behind the rhetoric of a dervish
To the tune of the stupidity of snobs making a pastiche
With the nonsense that Schopenhauer and Nietzsche said

I know that one day this will be an I told you so
And far from pleasing me, such a truth saddens me
But this is the truth, a public that demands little
Becomes just as stupid as what they settle for

Look where the world is heading and who’s in charge
There will be dystopia if the majority chooses
There are many cowards who restrict their larynx
What a cowardly sphinx that pretends not to get wet

Has the crowd elevated you? That sounds great
Don’t think you’re an intellectual giant if you’re small
Better than the rest? Well, I don’t doubt it
In a world of bald people, they call the one with one hair a lion

I already warned you, and we did what we could
Swallow the shit that comes your way with a funnel
As long as I’m alive, no fly buzzes around me
When I die, they’ll use my grave as a doormat

I already warned you, and we did what we could
Swallow the shit that comes your way with a funnel
As long as I’m alive, no fly buzzes around me
When I die, they’ll use my grave as a doormat