Oh, Lord, Lord... why do you torment me so?
Give me this addiction for the pretties
Make me slave for hours
How can you be so cruel?
I want to make beautiful little treasures
I want others to crave my work
I want satisfaction...
And you drive me.
Nothing is good enough.
"The ratios are off,", "the tones don't match,"
Your ghost voice echos through my head.
Icons.
Fucking obsession.