作曲 : Jt Music

Take a peek behind the curtain

At my grand design

Any less than picture perfect

And it'll be cast aside

I’m so impatient for inspiration

My pen becomes the sword

Because I'll scrap ya

If I have to

Go back to the drawing board

Some dreams are simply meant to die

What happens if they get revived?

You thought you could toss me out?

The ink ain't even dry

I’m no good, so cross me out

And then we'll dot some eyes

That's a price all artists pay

A sacrifice

(That's so cliche)

But lightning struck

And I was born

The final cut just cut my cord

Your dark imagination

May be where demons hide

So why'd you ever blame them

When your pen brought them to life?

No

you can't choose your family

At least not genetically

But I feel like we'll be real quick friends

You brought me back

so don't that make sense?

(Oh, that makes sense!)

No, don’t you color me surprised

I only see in black and white

Cuz you can kill the show

It'll always get revived

You made it happen

You made it real

When you imagined

You gave us life and made us feel

Your thunder clapping'

It’s getting real

So if you haven't checked the forecast

The weather's looking wet - I'll take the wheel

So what if I’m a little rough

Around the edges

I'm an unmade masterpiece

I keep artists on their ledges

This reboot might get messy

That's why I'm sorta sketchy

I don't dance obediently

The demon's knees are far from Bendy

You made me in your image

So I lack a soul

Tryna wipe me from existence?

You're playin' whack mole,ow

Too bad you can not erase me

That, in fact, is why you hate me

I'm your vision - bastardized

Like Frankenstein - then actualized

No I won't color you surprised

You pull the plug, I'm still alive

True artists never thrive

At best, they'll survive

You made it happen

You made it real

Nobody's acting

But it's a show I'm gonna steal

Go call the cast in

I'll play the heel

And if you haven't read the details

The Devil's due his debt, so take the deal

I've been abominated, hollow eyes aglow

Reanimated, yet unrecognizable

No better way to paint it

This frame can not contain it

To think of talent wasted

Out of ink - but now I taste it

La, la, la, la

Even angels need to let the steam off

La, la, la, la

And no one's here to shut the damn machine off

This work of art once pure of heart

May still become corrupted

(All the stains are my scars)

I've come to find it wasn't lightning

That I've been struck with

You made it happen

You made it real

Lights camera action

You put me right back on the reel

Now look who's laughing

Your fate is sealed

Don't bother asking for the details

The Devil's due his debt and that's the deal