Witness creation
This is the product of a fetish for greatness
Toil away, to stake a claim, a sliver of fame
The recognition we are not just one in the same
Do you even know ambition?
Does anybody know your name?
Admiration feeds the ego's inflation
Adoration feeds the fear of replacement
Closer to the age of expiration
Ride the tide of trends, call me desperate
Was it ever really art to begin with?
Would you even know the difference?
Sincerity was the first thing out the door
Chained to adolescent aspirations
Aging out of the pretext
Clinging to what was, what could have been
Tied at the wrist
Waiting on my time
For better things to come
The truth is what you believe
This is the greatest shit you'll ever f*cking hear
I swear you'll love it
Please say you like this
A never was that never will, they never care
Call me desperate, I'm f*cking desperate
Just give it up
The well's run dry
Dragging out what's over due
Just let a good thing die
Persistent problems arise
Your're cashing out, they hold the cards
It was never your right
Keep clinging on