Texty

[Verse 1]
I'm surrounded by martyrs
An unknown group of famous authors
Self-important men with an opinion and a pen
Rewriting songs the way they've always been
[Verse 2]
I hear your position
But the noise is much too loud
I couldn't make it out
Force-fed the static
Dressed head to toe in black
Could you repeat this?
Do you honestly believe this?
The definition's dead
[Verse 3]
So, print to nonfiction
A fluid guide to better diction
And never leave the house
Just rip the bookshelves out
We'd only need the one you're writing now
[Verse 4]
I fear your position
But the noise is much too loud
And I couldn't blame you now
New social status
Dressed head to toe in black
Could you repeat this?
Do you honestly believe it?
The definition's dead
[Verse 5]
What have I read?
[Verse 6]
You're not just a muse
You're all so amusing
You keep throwing bricks
And I'll pretend you're building
[Verse 7]
You look so confused
I guess it's confusing
Trying to keep score
When you can't tell who is winning
[Verse 8]
We print this to fiction
Apply your unfair ascriptions
Sadly, there's something so important
I can say that you will never get it right
You will never write it right
Written by: Evan Weiss
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