So you think your creative,
Well do you dear boy,
Well just step right up here,
By all your hope and joy,
Every one loves it,
They play with it like a toy,
Look at them use it,
Break it,
And drop it,
They treat it like nothing,
And they never stop,
"Stop playing with my dreams,"
You scream with your lungs,
Shut up dear boy,
We're having great fun,
There precious and dear,
And very fragile,
Shut up I said,
And drink your bile,
For we don't care about these dreams,
We smash and enjoy despite what you say,
For we don't care what you think,
We just want to use, mess around, and play,
We'll use your dreams as much as we care,
and when we're bored,
we'll throw them away,
No one cares about you or your dreams,
and like your dreams,
we'll break you every day,
"Take them, I don't want them any more,
Goodbye forever,
No one cares anyway..."
