Empty room

Meet me in the cafeteria
This place is colder than Siberia
I'd rather hear about your dream
And drown my boredom in coffee n' cream

We don't have to work for salary
Take me to a fancy gallery
Some people pay a lot for a pile of poo
Someday they're gonna pay for my stuff too

Anything goes nowadays
I don't care what anybody says
But if you wanted it black or blue
I'd repaint it just for you

It's an empty room
It's an empty heart
It's nothing
It's a work of art

It's my parallel life
It's this thing I do
It means something to me
It means nothing to you

Is it bad or is it good?
Is it bad or is it good?

Meet me in a public square
Make sure that nobody see us there
Have you heard about a plan B?
They want you save yourself and destroy me

A mirror for the narcissist
A pacifier for the pacifist
A deep cut in your daughter's wrist
Machine guns on my children's Christmas list

Anything goes nowadays
No one cares what any of us says
They only see it in black and white
So I'll paint it as black as night