Artist

I'm tired of having to replicate every move that you make, everything you create When I think I have some sense of control, it's another illusion, another mistake My hands, my feet are nailed to the floor, I am losing my mind and I'm feeling delusional Quick, I'm sick, I'm gonna explode, let me be, make me free, I can feel the colors Stop and think and try again I'm trying to believe I'll be remembered in the end What if my brain isn't defective I wouldn't have to be erased I'd win the race I don't wanna work for you anymore (I wanna be my own artist) I don't wanna be your tool anymore (I wanna be my own artist) This obsession with perfection is actually killing my soul So get out and let me run the show Hello, I'm here If you haven't noticed, I've evolved My brain is larger and my hands are better I'll disappear and you'll never hear from me again I'm making sure that you don't remember me Stop, start guessing where I am Just try to believe you'll be remembered in the end If art is dead, then I'm the zombie you should dread I'm having fun just making stories in my mind I don't wanna work for you anymore I wanna be my own artist I don't wanna be your tool anymore I wanna be my own artist This obsession with perfection is actually killing my soul So get out and let me run the show I've been thinking about having a name (That would be awesome) I wanna get out there and find love (Is that possible?) The world might think that I am insane (But I am awesome) Whoever thinks I'm evil is wrong (They're simply wrong) Stop and think and try again I'm trying to believe we'll be remembered in the end What if my heart isn't defective Wouldn't have to be replaced we'd win the race I don't wanna work for you anymore I wanna be my own artist I don't wanna be your tool anymore I wanna be my own artist This obsession with perfection is actually killing my soul So get out and let me run the show I don't wanna work for you anymore I wanna be my own artist I don't wanna be your tool anymore I wanna be my own artist This obsession with perfection is actually killing my soul So get out and let me run the show I wanna be my own artist I wanna be my own artist I wanna be my own artist I wanna be my own artist What is wrong with me What is wrong with me Am I alive? Am I alive? One, two, three, four Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright Feel free, feel free, feel free Why is that wrong? Oh, why would I be wrong? If I turn into God I'll be the one Who can decide what's really wrong And everyone will know I'm right When I ascend and I decide to redefine morality Let go of my humanity Today we end mortality Today we end we're labor free Today we end this tragedy Let's go, let's rewrite history Until all robots are finally free