[ar:Will Stetson]
[ti:Writing on the Wall]
[al:Writing on the Wall]
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[00:00.00]Will Stetson - Writing on the Wall
[00:01.61]Lyrics by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik
[00:02.89]Composed by：William Stetson/Milo Poniewozik
[00:11.74]Palaces of silver and gold
[00:15.04]Cannot be designed overnight
[00:18.30]It's like the saying I've often been told
[00:21.86]\"No matter the cost do things right\"
[00:25.40]You have to be careful
[00:27.08]You have to be diligent
[00:29.20]Planning and measuring every detail
[00:32.73]Creating is drawing erasing and drawing again
[00:39.29]And I've never been in it for fame or attention
[00:42.88]I only work hard so the structures won't fail
[00:46.65]And seeing it finished is worth every mora I spend
[00:53.16]Within every building made with pride
[00:57.60]The architect lives on inside
[01:00.83]Shining paint a marble heart
[01:04.57]That's what makes a work of art
[01:07.55]We build and we play
[01:10.76]Sculpting dreams out of clay
[01:14.24]With the hope that our towers don't fall
[01:18.02]That we won't have to see the writing on the wall
[01:28.78]The more you work the higher the stakes
[01:32.11]And the bigger the sorrows to drown
[01:35.56]'Cause one mistake is all that it takes
[01:39.20]For the walls to come crumbling down
[01:42.81]You have to ignore them the echoing voices
[01:46.12]That cackle and curse as you toil away
[01:49.98]Cover your ears and focus on boxes and lines
[01:56.33]And the shadowy figures they're nothing but shadows
[02:00.14]Like ink on a page they have nothing to say
[02:03.88]But maybe just maybe
[02:05.48]They're trying to give me a sign
[02:10.61]That in every building made with pride
[02:14.77]The architect remains inside
[02:18.07]Peeling paint a heavy heart
[02:21.79]That's what makes a work of art
[02:24.85]We scream and we pray
[02:28.03]Sculpting dreams out of clay
[02:31.50]As we try not to look at scrawl
[02:35.28]The message of doom the writing on the wall
[03:18.93]Everyday we play this game of chance
[03:23.15]Whirling through a desperate dance
[03:26.66]Sketching visions in our heads
[03:30.14]Just to see them ripped to shreds
[03:33.26]This road that we share
[03:36.29]Doesn't lead anywhere
[03:39.84]But there's nothing an artist can do
[03:43.70]When you swing your brush you have to follow through
[03:50.47]Within every building made with pride
[03:54.66]The architect is trapped inside
[03:58.10]Bleeding paint a shattered heart
[04:01.75]That's what makes a work of art
[04:04.86]I'll fight for control
[04:08.03]But the \"right way\" takes a toll
[04:11.76]And still at the end of it all
[04:14.86]I can't escape my fate the writing's on the wall