I have a death fantasy

Death of my aesthetics, this falsing fiction carved in my way

Death of my image, of my intellect, my all is okayDeath of my pretty and my cozy and my craft and my grace

Cannot keep rushing the gate

The death fantasy

Projected spaces in your frameworks, they do not go to me

To fit inside your empty visions, livid bird in a cage

Death of my hustle, my trajectory, my style and my lane

That flagrant look on your face

I have the death fantasy

Eh, eh

Ha-ha-la-la-lujah, I′m free

Eh, eh

A charming death fantasy

Ha-ha-ha-la-la-lujah I'm free

Hey, keep your hands off of me

What′s to be said of your stage?

Have changed the title but have yet to write a single new page

Privilege is cheap if you can't be free, so I said

Seems like it only repeats

I have the death fantasy