Creation without imagination has no backbone
Like threads of ore and stone, they never grow (they never grow)
It must feel so hopeless living inside that mirror
Portraits, this white noise, anxiety borders your fear
If you wish to leave your mark
Lead with your own feet, follow your heart
For every mile there is a star
The brightest light evolves from it's spark
You follow the founders in an attempt to craft your own name
All at once you become a mindless clone, molded to any shape
Reality will speak through the mouths of the courageous
Genuine artists put themselves before the masses
Capture every second and act according to instinct
With every breath recollect your native thoughts, don't blink
Reservoirs containing unscathed matter
Somber, you fall, clinging to those desperate attempts
Let the record show your efforts stand for everyone but yourself
Wasted time you spend being somebody else
Stay golden, treasure your differences
Disassemble these fences
Artist: Christina Stürmer
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