Letras
Posturing before the lens
To transform lifes dull circumstance
To a more palleteable vignette
That bears one single sentiment
When the tape stops silence does abound
Solace lost as soon as it's found
Moving along among the faceless crowds
Surrounded, yet there's no one around
Then darkness swallows up the sun
The night time mind like a prison
Thoughts scrawl graffiti in abstractions
Leaving scars where ideas come undone
And it's the journey to and from
The center of nothing at all
It's the journey to and from
The center of nothing at all
Battles won and battles lost
Success may come, but at what cost?
Death's a frequent guest that seldom knocks
Who appears one day to cart you off
Living paycheck to paycheck
You're a post-modern survivalist
Brief respite, lost in the moment
Until you recall the Everest of crippling debt
Your eyes open wide, realize it's all a con
Destroying yourself for a pat on the arm
From some artless corporate fuck who's never writ a song
Who tells you you've got it going on
And it's the journey to and from
The center of nothing at all
It's the journey to and from
The center of nothing at all
Words bounce around in endless fits
Thrown recklessly into empty pits
The discourse turns to divisions
That drain the color out of nuances
Attention span at an all time low
Desperate for someone to let you know
That you exist by telling you to choke
Somehow sated by their vitriol
Can't break out now you crave the rush
Fantasize of some journalist in Flatbush
Who will write the headline that will give you the push
And get some A&R to invite you to lunch
And it's the journey to and from
The center of nothing at all
And it's the journey to and from
The center of nothing at all