Lyrics
Bleeding hands and grinding pain Years of failure, forged again Shifting methods, breaking ground Enhance, improve, push the bounds Magnify the empty frame Call it genius, call it change No more craft, no more demand Just an empty canvas by your hand Call it modern, make it easy Low effort, high conceit Stay modern, stay hollow Emptiness dressed as art Call it edgy, price is high Call it genius, ask not why Not human, no art to grow Just another empty show A mirror of a hollow age Worthless things upon the stage Ugly wears the crown with pride While excellence is cast aside Craft is buried Skill is shamed Genius out Drafting void A pit of lies A master’s cry Call it modern, make it easy Low effort, high conceit Stay modern, stay hollow Emptiness dressed as art Call it edgy, price is high Call it genius, ask not why Not human, no art to grow Just another empty show A misleading lie Ugly, infamous Born of malice Burn! (Earn)