Art Official lyrics

Retracing my steps
In hopes to find
Some trace of me that may be somewhere left behind

There’s a fear, there’s a point, there is a problem
What if what I find won’t solve them?
And I wonder why I have no motivation
I guess I just answered my own question

I’m not the golden boy so don’t shine me on
I’m the bast*rd son of romantic Babylon
With veins that are all fashioned out of copper
A past design not destined to be conquered
But like anything
There is a flaw
Inscripted deep
That may explain
Everything