It gets dark as a picture by Tim Burton
I been hurting, my mind tired but my limbs working
I'm just playing this video game called life
But every time I get to Bowser
He swings the trap door then flees to another tower
I guess I'm not done, gotta keep on going
You see ambition is a curse just as much as a gift
Until you realize potential happiness don't exist
If I'm not creating I might as well be a corpse
If you don't understand that, you ain't cut from this cloth
cnd grandfather was a playwright
How could I have stage fright?
You call it making movies, I call it my everyday life
Your virtual reality my neuroplasticity

You stuck on chatGPT, I got my own computer machine
If you ever realized how powerful your mind is
It was terrify you, no rest from my eyelids
I'm living a Tim Burton, the colors are so vivid
I live it then go write it, I write it then go live it
crt imitates life, life imitates art
Catch me at the matinee, hold on the previews about to start
Rain Man, with the power to manipulate water with his bare hands
Can he save the world from utter description?
With the moon's shifting gravitational pull on the earth threatening humanity as we know it
cnd the forces of good and evil all hanging in the balance
Is he human? Is he alien?
Or is he,something in between
Rain Man, coming to a theater near you