you fuckers only like those famous people and never give a fuck about the art the industry just want to see me creeple and will not pay attention untill i die and even with the death you don't really care and even if i share you don't really get it the magazines will talk about my hair but never about what's really in my head and i know if i was rich it would be easy 'cause i could pay the Mark and he would help but fuck social media, i don't believe it i'll make in my own way just by myself i am real (not made of plastic) i can't fake (jus be sarcartic) kill the gossip kill the media kill the spitit of the fame kill the rich and kill your ego throw the money into the flame no (no) you fuckers only like those famous people and never give a fuck about the art the industry just want to see me creeple and will not pay attention untill i die