If I made art only to make money 

I know just the piece I would make for you

Polished chrome cube, it sits on a golden guilded pedestal 

so you might look into me and only see yourself

perfect vanity 

Just like Narcissus, gasping for clarity

You who only consume and see the world so differently 

walk around purchasing originals made perfectly 

from people who posses actual creativity

You come into the studio and ask me to open my mind 

Honey, if the gods shined down on you a moment of divine

you would toast champagne to your own refection 

Ignoring the visionary introspection