I am curiously
A little incoherent
In my discipline
I believe in wisdom
I don't believe in the system
But I believe in the poem
In my own destruction

I break into a thousand pieces
And then I embrace myself
In my melody
I find the energy
That keeps me alive
That gives me life

I am the great artist
Whom they call selfish
Who smiles at you in the mirror
With their crab sign

I am the great artist
Whom they call selfish
Who smiles at you in the mirror
With their crab sign

And I wonder
What keeps me alive?
What gives me life?

I am the great artist
Whom they call selfish
Who smiles at you in the mirror
With their crab sign
I am the great artist
Whom they call selfish
Who smiles at you in the mirror
With their crab sign

I am the great artist
Whom they call selfish
Who smiles at you in the mirror
With their crab sign
I am the great artist
Whom they call selfish
Who smiles at you in the mirror
With their crab sign

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