You look at me
Use sharpened words
I look at you
Here's what I heard
A baseless critique
From a gutless bag
Of lackluster talent
That likes to brag
And I just know there's nothing to see
Modern art crumbles in the face of fear and complacency
Everyone
Is making art
Ain't none of it worth dog shit
From the start
I painted a picture
I wrote a song
I made a story and I made it
Five hundred pages long
(chorus)
I took some classes
And I made some things
And I met some people who can
Pull some strings
Since when is money
Not enough?
I like my art political
Not corrupt
Who needs talent
When you've got friends?
Why pick the alternative
When cool is always in?
Why break free
When you can reuse?
Why cross the line when you never
Never fucking lose?
And I just know there's nothing worth looking at
I just watch as your work is shit and your head gets fat
And I just know there's nothing to see
Modern art crumbles in the arrogance of false deities
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