I’m alone inside a white room
With black lines
And a marble cover
Trapped between the pages with soiled ink splatters
And words that many may never see
I’m the truth and the truth is me
I’m the master of my own craft
I’m the black sheep
I’m the prime member
I’m the only ***** that could create absolutely
NOTHING FROM SOMETHING
Turn my words to your favorite plaque
And plaster me across your vision board
Cause this is a introduction of a mass production of absolutely
NOTHING