A suckers blind perception
Of the reason why I'm here
Think that you can call the shots
But you've got nothing on me
The sounds don't always carry this, sometimes it's sincerity
Well I still feel my heart beat for this
The way it moved me at fifteen
But it seems like it became
Stuck on some repeat
Clouded by this repetition, there's nothing left to see
My mind is drawing blanks
Where is the weapon of change?
When all our words just say the same
Semi profound inspiration
That we claim
Will it leave a mark?
Are the words that we write down no longer enough?
Does the pen still bleed for the dire need?
That was the draw that got me here, well
I still believe
