You can spend your life analyzing what people have made
You're a person too, the same as them, so why not make your own?
Forgotten works and unwritten books are colored gray
You can't leave your mark by writing down what they meant to say
How do, you know, what they wanted to say
Maybe, their words, meant something different back in the day
Masterpieces from 100s of years ago
Just written words from another human like yourself
What makes them great, and who decides that they have worth
Maybe caring so much about outdated thoughts tells something about us
Call me crazy, for wanting to move on
No more worship, there's still much more to create
Nothings perfect, just because of the time
Masterpieces, nothing's more of a lie
Nothing's more of a lie