[Verse 1]
You bought my album, bless you
In doing so you've acquired a piece of me
That's me on the cover, that is my picture
I had a really special photoshoot that day

Capturing my character, my essence
The photographer put me at ease to get the best
But the font, the layout, the shade of the ink,
Were all my decisions, made in a blink.

[Verse 2]
I drew the concepts with my own steady hand,
A visual language for you to understand.
And the liner notes? A personal memoir.
Each word was a trial, a bittersweet affair.

I wept for a week choosing "and" over "the,"
To perfectly capture the soul that is me.

[Chorus]
It's a burden, this gift, this connection I feel
To pour out my soul, to make everything real
For you, the listener, who could never comprehend
The depths of the artistry I deign to extend

[Verse 3]
And as I penned the lyrics, in a state of pure grace,
I specifically pictured the look on your face.
That moment of wonder, that spark of surprise,
As my genius unfolds right before your own eyes.

I thought of you, wondering if you'd grasp the theme,
And crafted each metaphor to haunt you in a dream.
It was an added burden, to consider your need,
But a true artist gives, so that you may succeed.

[Chorus]
I know you probably don't get the deeper subtext
The layers of meaning that your mind can't annex
But that's quite alright, dear, just feel the emotion
And bask in the glow of my grand, sweet devotion

[Bridge]
The mastering process, a spiritual fight
To ensure every frequency shines with my light
We spent days on the bass, a Herculean task
To match its pure tone to the mask that I wear.

[Outro]
This album's not music; it's a fragment of my core.
And you get to own it. What are you waiting for?
