I have a death fantasy Death of my aesthetics, this falsing fiction carved in my way Death of my image, of my intellect, my all is okay Death of my pretty and my cozy and my craft and my grace Cannot keep rushing the gate The death fantasy Projected spaces in your frameworks, they do not go to me To fit inside your empty visions, livid bird in a cage Death of my hustle, my trajectory, my style and my lane That flagrant look on your face I have the death fantasy ♪ Eh, eh Ha-ha-la-la-lujah, I'm free ♪ Eh, eh A charming death fantasy ♪ Ha-ha-ha-la-la-lujah I'm free Hey, keep your hands off of me What's to be said of your stage? Have changed the title but have yet to write a single new page Privilege is cheap if you can't be free, so I said Seems like it only repeats I have the death fantasy