Transparent apparition, apparently lacks attention
It's scarce but the passions in him, the terrible tracks he's spittin
Work as a gateway to show the world his embarassing accidents
Documenting his rises and falls, and witness his backwards spinnin
Each verse could be used as a parable to detatch from sins
Each paragraph is a suicide note, foreshadowing the barrel that's at his chin
When this magnum pop like Cobain death'll be my magnum opus
Phantom of the opera showed promise but was undone by his tragic losses
Now close the curtain, slide the velvet drapes over my final act
It's over, he finally ran out of lines to rap
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