Lyrics[]
My mind is blank
A clean canvas
And I don't have any paint
I open my mouth
Nothing comes out
But all of these complaints
Am I even capable
Of writing any of my thoughts?
It's so hard to be creative
To connect any of the dots
(Glitched vocals)
My mind is blank
A clean canvas
And I don't have any paint (paint)
I open my mouth
Nothing comes out
But all of these complaints (-plaints)
Am I even capable
Of writing any of my thoughts? (thoughts)
It's so hard to be creative
To connect any of the dots
I am in a slump
I'm in a block
An artist's block
And my stuttering is so bad
I can barely talk
A jack of all trades
Is such a hard concept to be
But master of one
Sounds so damn boring to me (x2)
Run away! Run away!
Not looking back
At all you've left behind
Panic attack
Hate it so! Hate it so!
Tear it down
If losing was a win, you'd take the crown
Screaming in, screaming in your troubled mind
You are your own critic and you're not kind
Is this what? Is this what art truly is?
If it is, there's no reason
It's f-cking dead! (x2)
(Glitched vocals)