No Limbs - Writer's Block | Текст песни

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• Writer's Block

A tortured mind will see no rest tonight.
Putting pen to paper only blank pages in sight.
Blue lines on white, black ink on pulp.
Its been years and still nothing to write.

This outlet was cathartic at one time.
Now frustration only lends itself to mind.
Screams on deaf ears would be a pleasant change.
Give me a reason to ache, give me a reason to hate.

Unblock my mind.
Un-fuck my mind.

My hands are straining just to let you know
What once was we will never have again.
How much longer can I refuse this apathy
Wrapped just like a blanket around me.

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