intellectual property

 The feelings i feel, I cannot describe.
They revel inside me and scream im alive.

colliding and crashing they rip me apart
but who gives a shit when I call it art.

bare it all strait, what makes me yearn
you thinking of how much money I earn?

my fear, my your fanstasy, how they entwine
leaf through my secrets and have a good time.

my ego is naked and quivering cold
do You think i'll feel better if some of it sold?

You can by my expression, you can buy my time
but you can't buy my soul, my soul is mine.