A man came up from anywhere 
A nd cut the edge so close 
That it could not be ignored 
The people gasped and grabbed their hearts 
The sky--it danced and shook the dark 
and everywhere the people wanted more 
Changed the history of the scene 
Hit it like a bomb if you know what i mean 
He was the next beethovern or the next Van Gogh 
A brand new edgar allan poe 
Anticipation was rising for the second work 
To give their existence another needed perk (and they were) 

Waiting for another hit 
Waiting for another hit 
Waiting for another hit 
Waiting for another hit 

The critics hated it 
They chewed it up and spat it out 
Some called it high art 
Some said it wasn't high enough 
So, what do you say? 
So, do what yo say. 
Meanwhile 
Some found the true meaning or art 
That lay not in the perception 
But deep within the heart 
The spit will dry on their faces 
and they will be all the better for it 
What do you say? 
Do what you say. 
Don't wait for this.