i don't wanna hold the world on a string I don't wanna be at the mercy of the mood of the king Nah, I just want to make beautiful things I just want to make beautiful things I don't really know what the day gonna bring And I don't know a lot about the truth that I sing Nah, but I know a few indisputable things And I just want to make beautiful things I'm'a build it, for the sake of building it, don't matter if they come I'm just getting off on doing something with my thumbs Oh so opposable, and big ol' monkey brain, mostly full Just trying to make it beautiful - but still approachable At times I am inscrutable, at others I am quotable But notably i'm always saying something Now watch me pray to nothing Saying please just let me shape you into spires and minarets Entire universes built and I aint even ate my dinner yet Better spin a web, catch a fly beat, don't mind me I'm just here to undefined these Fine lines (finally!) someone's gotta do it, So i figure better get through it and put it behind me So let's stop being so goddamn taxonomical Consider this canonical now, and take a chronicle down If y'all attempt appraisal this'll knock your monocle out Go slap a label on some other sucker's prodigal sound And now before I medicate my spirit with mothballs I would like to dedicate this here shit to all y'all Trying to make a thing or two that's beautiful Before you're relegated to a coffin or a cubicle I'm crossing off a few of my to do before i dies 'cause I prioritize, I've still got a few surprises In store - then i'm knocking off early Gotta hit the store before I'm knocking on the pearlies Surely, y'all know it's purely Done for the love first then the pride Thirdly the fun on the side And when i'm done for the night I can go to bed satisfied Knowing i'm a victim of beautiful things (Patricide) I rise to the top of the pack or pride The herd or the murder, don't act surprised I get absurd and absurder, then back to wise Make a beautiful thing, give it wings and let it sing