Misfortunes by This Is Hell

You Are The Antithesis

by This Is Hell· from Misfortunes

You're nothing more than shallow with a tongue lodged in your cheek what is it that youre saying shrouded in a cloud of smoke youre not coming through the lines are crossed and the static numbs my ears your turn of phrase rings hollow i cant trust a word you say what are we to do when the last great poet has thrown down his pen? if you cant move me now then i swear you never will just going through the motions while the audience is still i can hardly feel the passion that youve stolen from this room youre nothing but a mockery of all i hold so true youve nothing invested, youve got no soul at all i see you for what you really are, youre not fooling anyone a coward in a flashy disguise what are we to do when the last great poet throws down his pen? who can we turn to for the words we scream right back? where do we find solace if were never shown the way? what happened to the authors who have something left to say? look inside yourself, and if you find theres nothing there be cast into eternal exile miles from here never to be seen again and dont find your way back proclaim your pain bring them to their knees were making room for those with a clearer vision let the inspired voice be heard give us your life show us something more