Inkwell Lyrics

So tired, so drained

But here we are at the drawing board again

Which direction do we choose

On which platform do we tell all that we know

Tell them the tales they've heard before

Fantasy

Paint them a picture

Where have my colours gone

Preaching a point of view to follow

Politics

Show them your wisdom

Mind under pressure, fortitude

Weighed down by the need to succeed

Escape to the empty solitude

There's nothing in here that you'll need

Breathe, take a moment, close your eyes

Reset everything that you know

Float, in the ether, hypnotised

Sit back and breathe in inspiration

Vapid thinking, clichéd lines

Childish writings, playground rhymes

Basic input, audible chore

Same old shit we've heard before

Minimal effort is an artist's crime

Waste of a platform is a waste of time

Mind under pressure, fortitude

Weighed down by the need to succeed

Escape to the empty solitude

There's nothing in here that you'll need

Breathe, take a moment, close your eyes

Reset everything that you know

Float, in the ether, hypnotised

Sit back and breathe in inspiration

Why can't I write down these thoughts that I feel in my mind?

Why can't I spell out the words that I'm thinking?

Words hit me like a bolt out of the blue

Inspiration feeding in to me, a tidal wave

I've got a story to tell the world

I've got a message to tell the world

Mind under pressure, fortitude

Weighed down by the need to succeed

Escape to the empty solitude

There's nothing in here that you'll need

Breathe, take a moment, close your eyes

Reset everything that you know

Float, in the ether, hypnotised

Sit back and breathe in inspiration