Waste

Ironic verses and Freudian slips
I don’t want anymore
Meaningless phrases that try for a twist
I’ve heard it all before

Lines with no substance
Bland views take the piss
Your art’s a fucking bore, man!

Brother, your words aren’t real
Never doubt
That you can’t take a chance
On sworn disbelief
Brother, you can waste another day
Chasing shadows on your way
You can waste another day

Head in the clouds and your hope in the wind
Ready to take a bow
Waited for something that comes from within
But you’re all empty now

Yeah!

You can waste another day
Chasing shadows on your way
You can waste another day
Chasing shadows on your way

But you can’t take a chance
On sworn disbelief