I'm sorry if I seem a little bit derivative I didn't know that you built the pyramids Gee it must be nice to be in your perfection Is it just me or can we call it your projection As I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my song to keep And let it to itself be true And fuck you if it's not for you Could I ever be original It might just take a little miracle For me to not sound like a criminal When everything comes from something But it's pitiful, predictable Could I be original Well they say everything now is a remix Yet another word starting with another prefix Another bag full of cheap tricks to get the sheep clicks Point out the one with the 1" in your dick pic, please Everything's recycled, the cards get shuffled Rearrange the old to the new like a puzzle In the world of echoes, I'm the thunder Fueled by the passion, I'll never go under As I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my song to keep And let it to itself be true And fuck you if it's not for you Could I ever be original It might just take a little miracle For me to not sound like a criminal When everything comes from something But it's pitiful, predictable Could I be original