Famous for Dying

I am unknown, or maybe you know me
I’m famous for dying, famous for dying
Starting from scratch again and again
Not gonna make it, gonna keep trying
I see the world through the shade of the trees
Living things destined for lumber
I take a piss when I wake up from dreaming
So is the end to this beautiful slumber
There’s a life that I’ll never live to see
Everyone knows the artist who starves is the one the beautiful tragic career
When you perform in the dark of the forest and nobody comes does anyone hear?
Talk of the town with my posthumous wit now that my artistry finally matters
As far as the question of dead or alive, the former takes precedence over the
latter
There’s a life that I’ll never live to see
Now that I’m passing the press is a whore
Pandering praise for a lifetime ignored
Finally immortal to bad that i’m dead