Music: TJ, Mickey
There's
nothing quite so mocking
As a blank
and empty page...
There's
nothing that can tear away
my rotten,
rancid rage
Wasted time
It's such a
crime
We've only
brought
Polluted
thought
I'm sick of
it
I'm full of
shit
Not worth a
whit
Of precious
spit
This ego trip
is over
There's
nowhere left to hide
A hollow
shell of venom
Murdered
from inside
Everything's
reflected
Blocking
worthless lines
Savior of a
generation
Silence all
these whines
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Wordless
pages
Gibberish
script
Empty
feeling
Family
gypped
Can't be
forced to
Write these
wrongs
Just can't
bear to
Sing these
songs
Rusty red
ink
From pale
tortured skin
Refusing to
think
Past the
conflict within
Shaking
hands aware
What their
creation wrought
Nighmare
visions fleeting from
The lessons
they've been taught
Racked with
these hallucinations
Burdened
with misinformation
Steepled
into dark temptation
Lost in
lapse of concentration