Dear World, I Think We Killed Art and Some Other Stuff.

whats the deal with making a masterpiece?
I'm not always perfect
I'm still a human just like you
and what the fuck makes you say
that I'll never be good enough anyway?
I'll throw the canvas out the window
and set my verses aflame

screw your ideal masterpiece
come and grab a front row seat
this is the circus of American freaks!

I've been waiting, running in circles
around and around
is this your idea of perfect?
how can you sleep without the slightest sound?
you now we're being beaten into the ground
true art is dead!

I see your world view of black and white
you're nothing special, nothing new
just another false prophet making profit
so what the fuck gives you the right
to fill the masses with hysterical fright?
I might as well just grovel at your feet
and do whatever the hell you like

fuck your ideal society
come and laugh at the comedy
this is the congress of human stupidity!

i've been waiting, running in circles
around and around
is this your idea of perfect?
how can you sleep without the slightest sound?
we're sinking deeper into the ground
can anybody hear me?!

TRUE ART IS DEAD!