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 Shocking the words you can't hear Impact 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 Shocking the words you can't hear Impact 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