Christopher O'connell - Born With a Back Story/Letter to My Creator (feat. Trevor Breakspear) Lyrics

It is claimed that we start as a blank sheet of paper
Unblemished by the darkness that welcomes us from light
We know that we knew nothing and nothing knew of we...
But without reason we are born into and with a reason
What came before wrote our after in their ever after...
It is all managed, scripted and directed and sold
To the scorn of the new from burdens of the old
But residing in the darkness and toeing a line as we are not sentient, gifted by God
We are the fires putting out flames that are burning down what comes next and came before
Brought into abundance and scarred by scarcity
Enhanced by desire at a terminal velocity
We have categories, pre-conceived, written by those that died fulfilling theirs
Because we are illustrations filed in the office space designated to us pre-birth
But we stil grasp at a contract signed
With the theory that we are not pre-defined
So we sing tales of omnipotence, love and perfection
While in the midst of our impotence, loss and misdirection
Fables of faces empowered, emboldened, spirited, consoled
While fed up, embattled, deflowered, controlled
We are born with a back story
Drafted with simplicity the aim
But, in mine, for my method is my madness
I feel fantastic all the same...
I wrote a letter, to my creator
And this is what it said
I'd beg for forgiveness here, but it's you, that made a man
I evolve while you revolve, and I remain what you retain
I involve while you dissolve and I contain all your blame
I calmly enter, imagination
Something I can't digress
I seek anonymity
A hollow, distinct pleasantry
I know the realism, is not the final straw
Not tried or temporary, and not like before...
So in your distaste I continue, and in your place I usurp you
For my method is my madness, I feel fantastic all the same
I recognize, interpretation
It's just the usual
In light of what is asked of me
It never sees the light of day
You know the truth around it, I'm your greatest lucky guess
The polished old material, the ethereal best...
So in your distaste I continue, and in your place I usurp you
For my method is my madness, I feel fantastic all the same