Letras
Take a peak behind the curtain at my grand design
Any less than picture-perfect, and it'll be cast aside
I'm so impatient for inspiration when my pen becomes the sword
Because I'll scrap ya if I have to go back to the drawing board
Some dreams are simply meant to die
What happens if they get revived?
You thought you could toss me out?
The ink ain't even dry!
I'm no good, so cross me out
And then we'll dot some I's
That's a price all artists pay!
A sacrifice! "That's so cliché"
Lightning struck, and I was born
The final cut just cut the cord
Your dark imagination may be where demons hide
So why'd you ever blame them
When your pen brought them to life? (No!)
You can't choose your family
At least, not genetically
But, I feel like we'll be real quick friends
You brought me back
So don't that make sense? (Oh, that makes sense!)
Oh, don't you color me surprised!
(I only see in black and white)
'Cause you can't kill the show
He'll always get revived
You made it happen! You made it real!
When you imagined you gave us life and made us feel!
Your thunder clappin', it's gettin' real!
So if you haven't checked the forecast
The weather's lookin' wet, I'll take the wheel
So what if I'm a little rough around the edges?
I'm an unmade masterpiece, I keep artists on their ledges
This reboot might get messy, that's why I'm sorta sketchy
I don't dance obediently, the demon's knees are far from bendy
You made me in your image, so I lack a soul
Tryin' to wipe me from existence
And you're playin' Whack-A-Mole (oh!)
Too bad you can not erase me!
That, in fact, is why you hate me
I'm your vision, bastardized
"Like Frankenstein!" Then actualized!
No, I won't color you surprised
(You pull the plug, I'm still alive!)
True artists never thrive