Creativity's drained
My every movement is pained
No more use of that hand
I can't even stand

Creativity's gone
It has been for so long
I always feel so weak
So much for a "good luck" streak

Creativity's dead
I have lost my head
Bring nothing but despair
And don't even care

Creativity's lost
Freedom comes with a cost
I feel so empty
This isn't the real me

Creativity's gone away
But the norm's here to stay
Even if it hurts us all
Society will never fall

Creativity's just bland
Not something we need in this Neverland
I'll continue to wait here
In the way, like a deer

Creativity's drained
My every movement is pained
We all live in hate
And it truly is great