Notion

I'm in pain and the love it Suddenly there's fame Now I'm ill as siek Rise to my immanency And they don't like it A multitude of latency But they despise it Receiving constant compliments Incessant complaints Infinite advice Work hard, it's too much Slack, and it's to much Control ... Out of everything being done None is for permission Or even confirmation Too much opinion About demeanor Is freaking misdemeanor You'll get what you deserve Durned for the depths of profound Isn't judgement reserved For the sire? The creator? The true Messiah?