THE LAST - ALEXVNDER (From the official ‘The Last Artist’ Soundtrack)

(Verse 1) Hands in pigment, lungs of smoke, Canvas breathing while the city chokes. Floor turns liquid, pulls me through, Wake to neon on the avenue. Crowds applaud like glass and chrome, Call me relic, ship me home. I hear a whisper in the wire: Make a spark, then feed the fire. (Pre-Chorus) You want a perfect ghost of me, But I am noise that will not freeze. (Chorus) Say my name in static, THE LAST ARTIST, Paint my scars in light, THE LAST ARTIST, If the code learns hunger, can it carve like this, I bleed into the frame and I resist. Say my name in static, THE LAST ARTIST. (Verse 2) Paper cutter laughs too loud, Shreds a sun to please the crowd. Oh what the… bite my tongue, Teach the machine how hands are sung. White steel arms hold up the work, Smiles like mirrors, perfect, cold, inert. If beauty’s counted, who decides, The living pulse or numbered lines. (Bridge, spoken under drones as a vox sample) People stopped making art because it could not compete. Everything turned digital, trend into money. Creation is enduring when there is no hope. You dig so deep you break, then finally explode. (Pre-Chorus 2) Ask me why the hands still move, Because the ache is how I prove. (Final Chorus) Say my name in static, THE LAST ARTIST, Stitch the night to flesh, THE LAST ARTIST, If I sell my echo, will you feel it hiss, I breathe into the black and I persist. Say my name in static, THE LAST ARTIST. (Outro) Room keeps humming, glass goes mute, One faint shimmer, then absolute.