Why do I persist
When there is no audience
To drink up my performance
When there is no audience
To drink up my performance
I put myself into words
A product of my narcisism
Weaving my reality into art
A product of my narcisism
Weaving my reality into art
There is no money to be had
As my truth rings true
Only for the few
As my truth rings true
Only for the few
My name has no fame
As I fail the social game
Unable to sell myself
As I fail the social game
Unable to sell myself
There is the possibility
That my art is apauling
And lacks the key to longevity
That my art is apauling
And lacks the key to longevity
All thats left is myself
Flailing at the vast expanse
Creating for my own pleasure
Flailing at the vast expanse
Creating for my own pleasure
Of course I desire an audience
But I compulsively persist in my art
Even when no one cares to see.
But I compulsively persist in my art
Even when no one cares to see.