Ghostlimb - Copywritten lyrics

I've appropriated As I stumble through, all those lines and verses To make something new I guess those authors never died They just slithered back With new ideas to monopolize Like, you can't have the feeling of creation Because we own the feeling of creation And now mythologies, run serpentine And pick up the dirt and leaves of revelry The future will never see, that these giants Are just like all of us