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Take a peek behind the curtain at my grand design Any less than picture perfect and it'll be cast aside I'm so impatient for inspiration, 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 eyes That's a price all artists pay A "sacrifice"? (That's so cliche) But lightning struck and I was born The final cut just cut my cord Your dark imaginatio might 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 kill the show (it'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 getting 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 masterpiec, 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 (bam, bam, bam) Tryna wipe me from existence? You're playing whack-a-mole (ow) Too bad you cannot 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 (at best they'll survive) You made it happen, you made it real Nobody's acting, but it's a show I'm gonna steal Go call the cast in, I'll play the heel (ya-hahaha) And if you haven't read the details The devil's due his debt so take the deal I've been abominated, hollow eyes aglow Reanimated, yet unrecognizable No better way to paint it This frame cannot contain it To think of talent wasted out of ink But now I taste it La-la-la-la-la Even angels need to let the steam off La-la-la-la-la And no one's here to shut the damn machine off This work of art once pure of heart May still, become, corrupted (all the stains are my scars) I've come to find, it wasn't lightning That I've been struck with You made it happen, you made it real Lights, camera, action You put me right back on the reel Now look who's laughin', your fate is sealed Don't bother askin' for the details The devil's due his debt and that's the deal
