Broadcasts To No One ft. Guitar Maps Drum Tracks Lyrics

Psychologically damaging experiences have taken quite a toll on me

Expectations may be misrepresentations of my personal reality

Efforts wasted on unofficial goals. Forced adherence takes its dogmatic toll

Building a life one brick at a time, resulting in a big pile of bricks to climb

Hey, what you doing with that pile of bricks

Fool, what you doing with that pile of bricks

Hey, what you doing with that pile of bricks

Fool, what you doing with that pile of bricks

Hypocrisy don't question, said the father to his son

Good men wrestle with their demons, while a great man learns to be one

Do the wrong thing for all the right reasons, or do the right thing for all the wrong

Don't fight with the demons inside you, or listen to the angels for very long

Hey, who's that whispering in your ear

Fool, who's that whispering in your ear

Broadcast to no one, used to be fun, I doubt that anyone could hear me

Talk, talk, talk, nobody listens, it's pulling me under the sea

I think that maybe I've missed the point, digital bricks to build my legacy

My transmitter's hot, but there's no one receiving, more useless than silent poetry

Hey, I see you talking, but I can't hear a thing

Fool, I see you talking, but I can't hear a thing

Hey, I see you talking, but I can't hear a thing

Fool, I see you talking, but I can't hear a thing