The art

This is
The art of the numb
And all of those who follow  
Are broken hearted or loved
Be the genie in the bottle
Or the street rat that rubs,
they don't gimmie my wishes
But I get my pick when they come
And  
This is
The art of the bored
And all of those who paint it
Pay to part from the hoard
Hoarding all the pretty pain and
Swinging stars like a sword  
 i ain't never cut nobody
But myself watch me pour
But
This is
The art of the weird
Just watch me do my dance
Of can'ts and disappear
A dream a clue a chance
Perhaps an awkward peer
  i'mma take a couple with me
I walk inside the fear