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What’s the point of pen to paper
When there’s nothing new to mention?
Brackish waters, murky memories,
Won’t attract a God's attention
Lying logophile, a songbird,
When I’m nothing but a raven
An imposter, someone stop her,
Bring some divine intervention
Why am I so self important that I think you’ll want to see me?
Flesh and bone and sound and drone, monotony embodied
Want a unique thought?
There are none, my ideas are fragile copies
Let me drop my pen to sleep again
Amongst my anxious volley
So what do I say?
What do I say?
What do I say when there's nothing to
Give me something for my apathy,
I’m done with empty clinging
Where’s the cure, oh, where’s the remedy?
Let me start from the beginning
Speak my words a little louder,
Maybe then they’ll have some meaning
'Cuz what’s the point if all my noise is hollow sounds and ringing?
I’m squeezing blood from stones,
I’m praying to the muses on their thrones,
I’m running until all that’s left is bones
With nothing left to show
So what do I say?
What do I say?
What do I say when there’s nothing to
I’m a ship lost in the cold,
And I don’t know what way to go
Been around these parts and seas before
But I can’t recall the way to shore
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