My Muse is Dead
My muse is dead, so that only leaves you!
I've got no inspiration left, so you'll have to do.
I'm getting tired and old, and I don't want to fight no more.
But I don't want to be silenced, so I'm pushed back into this war.
If there's somebody out there sitting in your high place.
I call to you from this hole in the ground. wave your wand and grant me this change!
Music is dead! Everyone is an artist it seems...
My voice is silenced now by the white noise of the scene.
The people have no patience left, too zombified and mean.
It's always a thorn in my side, maybe it's the ego in me.
I tried to walk away from it all, write it off as a waste of time.
With no reward at the end of it all I'm wondering what have I done with my life?
If in doing the same thing repeatedly you expect different results.
Then I plead insanity you better lock me up in a padded vault!
My muse is dead, so that only leaves you!
I've got no inspiration left, so you'll have to do.
I'm getting tired and old, and I don't want to fight no more.
I only want peace in my life, I can't see through this smoke of war.
I'm done with pushing this thing, wishing won't do...
I'm done carrying the flame, praying won't do...
I'm done with pushing this thing, that only leaves you...
I'm done carrying the flame, you'll have to do...
I'm done with pushing this thing, wishing won't do...
I'm done carrying the flame, praying won't do...
I'm done with pushing this thing, that only leaves you...
I'm done carrying the flame, you'll have to do...