Artist Anthem 2022

I identify as an artist.

I value freedom in my artistic expression.

Being an artist revolves around self-expression.

I create my own music, and I excel at it.

Despite being an artist, I harbor self-hatred.

I wake up with a desire for death.

Lack of motivation makes getting out of bed challenging.

Living with a substantial debt burden, yet feeling high.

Becoming an artist often involves struggles and challenges.

A reflection on the passage of time.

Significant changes have occurred in my life.

Reference to an old song with enduring emotional impact.

The emotional resonance of the old song persists.

Liking the old song might suggest insanity.

Reiteration of the idea that liking the song may be insane.

Offering to revive the song for those who desire it.

As an artist, the goal is to endure and not fade away.

Entertaining is a central part of the artist's role.

Encouraging audience participation.

Inviting the audience to express agreement.

Expressing a need for professional help and self-hatred.

I am an artist and I hate myself

Oh I need professional help

I am an artist and I hate myself

Oh I need professional help

I am an artist and I hate myself

Oh I need professional help

I am an artist and I hate myself

Reaffirmation of being an artist.

Embracing uniqueness as an artist.

Claiming normalcy but acknowledging being different.

Introduction of the artist as Alex Liu with emotional issues.

I'll tell you all my secrets though they're not always true

My attachment issues run deep as oceans exploding

I seem proud to admit to people I don't feel emotion

And now I go to therapy yet keeping so much unspoken

Despite therapy, the artist remains emotionally broken.

Reiteration of the enduring impact of an old song and artist's commitment.

And my life has changed

It's an old song

But it bites the same

And if you like it, then you might just be insane

(You're insane, you're insane, you're insane)

But if you want it, then I'll bring it back

Live forever, never fade to black

Cause I'm an artist, and I make empathy from pain

(I'm in pain, I'm in pain)

Encouraging the audience to express agreement.

Continued expression of the need for professional help and self-hatred.

I am an artist and I hate myself

Oh I need professional help

I am an artist and I hate myself

Oh I need professional help

I am an artist and I hate myself

Oh I need professional help

I am an artist and I hate myself

In this new world yeah it kinda hits different doesn't it?

I no longer crave fame, just someone who'll listen, fuck it

There's no game to play, no danger to abstain from

Eventually we all return to where we came from

So make your shit, draw your pictures, fuck the ones you want

Keep the day job, write a novel, use an ugly font

The world is better with your brain in the mix

And to all my crazy fans, I'd like to thank you with this

If you don't hate me, and you like this song

And when you play it, you can sing along

Well then I thank you, it really makes my fucking day

While we're together, yeah we'll bring it back

Live forever, never fade to black

Cause we are artists, and we make empathy from pain

(We're in pain, we're in pain)

Lemme hear you say

Oh I need professional help

I am an artist and I hate myself

Oh I need professional help

I am an artist and I hate myself

Oh I need professional help

I am an artist and I hate myself

Final expression of self-hatred as an artist.

I am an artist and I hate myself