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