The End Of Inspiration Letra

and inaction to reaction in the worst way.
and i'll wait my life away.
your useless devices won't choke me.
i'll choke myself.
i slid past my turn a long time ago,
and now i'm left with a long drive home,
less the interruption of your telephone.
the infatuation with conversation in the worst way.
and i'll wait my life away.
your useless devices won't choke me.
i'll choke myself.
at inspirations end is where i stand
with your face buried in my hands and your song...
blessed with this curse and left to hate
every single thing that i create and your song,
forever ringing in my ears.
i'll leave me here in this contrived useless masterpiece,
and i'll watch you break under the weight of inaction,
and attraction.
what could be more beautiful?