#papersplease

::intro:: Papers, please... Layers, time lapse, Work files... Prove the process. ¡PROVE THE PROCESS AGAIN! ::verse 1:: You don’t paint the wall, But you’re guarding the gallery. You don’t write the song, But you’re checking everybody’s ID. Zoom in, Trace the seams. Search the archive, Police the dreams. You found yourself a purpose, Standing at the gate, Turning someone else’s work, Into a case to investigate. ::pre-chorus:: Show your work, Show your screen, Show me everything between, Thought and hand, Hand and dream, ¡¡¡TELL ME WHY YOU GET TO INTERVENE!!! ::chorus:: ¡¡¡PAPERS, PLEASE!!! Who gave you The Stamp? ¡¡¡PAPERS, PLEASE!!! Who put you in command? Every little dream, Gets searched beneath your lamp. You never made the picture, But you’re holding out The Stamp. ::verse 2:: Another song arrives, And suddenly it’s evidence. Another Artist speaks And now they owe you provenance Check the brush, Check the file, Check the history for a while, Make suspicion look like virtue, Make accusation look like style. You call yourself the guardian, Standing watch against the wrong, But every time you stArt your search, The Artist disappears behind the song. ::pre-chorus:: Where’s the sketch? Where’s the proof? Where’s the sacred human truth? Check the posts, Check the years, Build your little court from everybody’s fears ::chorus:: ¡¡¡PAPERS, PLEASE!!! Who gave you The Stamp? ¡¡¡PAPERS, PLEASE!!! Who put you in command?! Every fucking dream, Gets searched beneath your lamp. You never made the picture, But you’re holding out The Stamp. ::bridge:: You built yourself a throne from other people’s doubt. No canvas. No song. No invitation. Just a checkpoint between imagination and permission. And every time somebody makes something, you get to feel important, for asking whether THEY WERE ALLOWED!!! ::breakdown:: ¡¡¡SHOW ME YOUR LAYERS!!! ¡¡¡SHOW ME YOUR FILES!!! ¡¡¡SHOW ME YOUR PROCESS!!! ¡¡¡STAND THERE A WHILE!!! ¡¡¡PROVE EVERY BRUSHSTROKE!!! ¡¡¡PROVE EVERY SONG!!! ¡¡¡MOTHAFUCKAAAA— ...we were making Art. ::final chorus:: ¡¡¡PAPERS, PLEASE!!! Take your hands off the Art. ¡¡¡PAPERS, PLEASE!!! You don’t get to pick who starts. Keep your little checkpoint, Keep your little stamp. I’ve got better things to make than asking your permission— ::outro:: Rejected? Good. Fuck your stamp.