Wars With Words - Lower Than Atlantis

I’m wasting today

Just like I did yesterday

And I’m frustrated

The words won’t come out of my mouth

Nothing to write about

And I’m tearing out this page

Inspiration lost in thoughts

I’ve got writer’s block and I’m against the clock

Hopefully, the melody accompanied by phrasing

And delivery should be enough

It’ll have to be because I’m giving up

White paper black

It’s ink-filled and cross-hatched

And I’m fucking knackered

It’s late and I’m drained, blaming brains

Two weeks to get to this stage

Wars with words rage

Inspiration lost in thoughts

I’ve got writer’s block and I’m against the clock

Hopefully, the melody accompanied by phrasing

And delivery should be enough

It’ll have to be because I’m giving up