[Verse] Brush in hand I let it drip No map no plan just a tossing ship The colors clash the edges speaks In the void I find what leaks [Chorus] The canvas breathes it sways it dreams This art’s alive not just a scene No polished face no perfect stance Abstract life is a risky dance [Verse 2] Splattered moments raw and loud A quiet thought lost in the crowd Lines that break and bleed apart This is no still-life this is heart [Prechorus] It’s not a frame it’s not a cage It’s the riot spilling off the page [Chorus] The canvas breathes it sways it dreams This art’s alive not just a scene No polished face no perfect stance Abstract life is a risky dance [Bridge] The brush rebels it takes its own lead What I want is never guaranteed This isn’t craft it’s pure event A moment born a moment spent
