Cool! I like the vocals and the whole arrangement. Rock On!

I'm told it's brilliant
Layers, motifs, counterpoint
A little bit of Latin in the second verse
Very... "award season"
I hate myself in high fidelity
But it sounds profound, doesn't it?

Painted in silence, a canvas of doubt
I sculpted the shadows the critics write about
My heart was a rumor I never could prove
But the rhyme-scheme's elegant, the modulations move

Ars gratia artis, but what is a self?
A mirror I sing to, with nobody else

You said, "This line's genius, it's post-modern pain"
But I wrote it drunk on a Tuesday, for fame
Every metaphor's hollow, but wears a disguise
A top hat of trauma, a monocle of lies

Tell me it's timeless, tell me it slaps
I looped the cello 'til I collapsed
I hated the bridge, but you called it sublime
So I added a reprise-well, five times

Am I a fraud if the work is good?
If it makes a woman cry in Amsterdam
and a reviewer use the word "visceral"
does it matter if I meant nothing?
(Or less than nothing?)
Am I just the casing around the bomb?

Three-four sorrow, spun in silk
A sip of envy, a dash of guilt
I laced my shame in major thirds
The strings were weeping, not my words
Spoke in symbols, dreamed in code
But woke to find I'd overflowed
A masterpiece of self-contempt
Curated, clean, irreverent

The cat walked across the MIDI keys
And that became the hook, with perfect ease
Critics said it echoed Mahler's grief
She was just hungry. That's the motif

Raise a glass to the tortured chord!
To the melody forged in a metaphysical war!
To the line that sounds just like despair
Though I wrote it in line at the DMV’s chair

We are patrons of the hollow hall
Where echoes win the curtain call
I gift you this: a soul on tape
Wrapped in theory, sealed in fate

I don't like me
I don't think you would either
But here it is
Six movements
Key changes
Time signatures that would make a metronome cry
Please, clap

Art for art’s sake, and me for no one's
Praise the mask that sings when the man has gone
The ink is dry, the curtains close
The ghost you loved... never composed

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