You're nothing more than shallow
With a tongue lodged in your cheek
What is it that you're saying
Shrouded in a cloud of smoke
You're not coming through
The lines are crossed and the static numbs my ears
Your turn of phrase rings hollow
I can't trust a word you say
What are we to do when the last great poet
Has thrown down his pen?
If you can't move me now
Then I swear you never will
Just going through the motions
While the audience is still
I can hardly feel the passion
That you've stolen from this room
You're nothing but a mockery
Of all I hold so true
Keep staring at the canvas
While your palette's lacking color
You've got nothing invested
You've got no soul at all
I see you for what you really are
You're not fooling anyone
A coward in a flashy disguise
What are we to do when the last great poet
Throws down his pen?
Who can we turn to
For the words we scream right back?
Where do we find solace
If we're never shown the way
Who have something left to say?
Look inside yourself
And if you find there's nothing there
Be cast into eternal exile miles from here
Never to be seen again
And don't find your way back
Proclaim your pain
Bring them to their knees
We're making room for those with a clearer vision
Let the inspired voice be heard
Give us your life
Show us something more