The Creator Songtext
von Cellar Noise

Wake up, wipe from the table
Dust that skin and
Collect pieces of glory from the web
For a creator, it′s not an easy job
I have a reputation to uphold
What would they do if I didn't feed them?
If I didn′t tell them what's funny and what is not?

I'm a serial type artist
I eat and spit
What I found without chewing, that′s my thing
I have the right pill to keep from getting bored
And waste your time with no remorse
World famous creator of memorable moments
Between your scrollings

My craving for recognition starts to bite
Raise your thumb tonight
It feels so good


I don′t know who you are and
You don't know me
Interactions made to rage fear on this page
We′re all shapeshifters, we're liquid if you want
We are kids who will never want to grow, so
If you disagree down below I could shatter
Into a million pieces

You fucking clickbait cunt
I hope you die retarded idiot, first
This pic reminds me of my life
Depressing and pointless
Sub4sub, have you ever thought about suicide?
Give up making shit like this
And shut the fuck up

Just one of my sleepless mornings
Anxieties on my chest
Going to war and falling
Each day a stressful test

In Icarus′ garden crawling
A worm trampled by his fears
Your comments destroy and make me
First bloated then full of tears

Come on, don't complain
You can′t have something more
Even if your life sucks
Your so addicted