Art is a dead language, rotten to the core
With fake connoisseurs who always want more
Those who call themselves artists don't know
That one can not reap what he hasn't sown
Art is a selfish, cancerous thing
For self-centered, self-obsessed beings.
For children and babies who never learn
For people who never give anyone else a turn
to speak
to be loved
to be noticed
it's all about them
I am an artist, not worth a penny or dime
I am an artist, not worth giving me your time
I am an artist, maybe you can forgive me
I am an artist, please don't be like me
Art is a dead language, never spoken before
Art is a dead language, no one ever says a word
But I am young, maybe I'll grow out of it
Oh, I hope, I hope I grow out of it.
