Lyrics
I'm getting used to getting old
But where's my ambition
Days of omission
I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite
Adding to the overwhelming
Always a question of truth
Your truths
They question my efficiency
Impact the words you can't hear
Shocking the words I can't write
Recycled words don't justify...
None of these words suffice
Searching for the sharp words
To drive the message in
I put the last words down then I begin
To question the truth
Your truths
They question my efficienty
Impact the words you can't hear
Shocking the words I can't write
I put the last words down then I begin
To question the truth
Your truths
They question my efficienty
Shocking the words you can't hear
Impact the words I can't write
