The Critics

Socratic
Four, three, two, one
I'm feeling wrong
It's taken so long to feel like a kid again
All my clothes are ripped
My channel was skipped
I was shiny and new back then
I fall like a leaf without a belief
Is there even a tree in which I from
I get no relief
I like to name drop
It's all that I've got
Hey, I met Max Bemis once
He was smoking a cig
Said he don't want to live
I said, "What are you waiting for?"
I try not to be mean
But nowhere, it got me
Just some business cards and a penny
They're sending the critics after me
There's nothing to say
When you're living a blind man's dream
I get no relief
They're sending the critics after me
There's nothing to say
When you're living a blind man's dream
I get no relief
They're sending the critics after me
There's nothing to say
When you're living a blind man's dream
They're sending the critics after me
There's nothing to say
When you're living a blind man's dream
They're sending the critics after me
There's nothing to say
When you're living a blind man's dream