Linebacker Dirge - Words Are Missing Lyrics

Verse has fallen victim to a decade in exile
For crimes of inconvenience
And I'd hazard it's the lethargy of our community
That makes such words inaudible
Where syntax and structure, and intent of author
Are naught but merchandisable
And all the beautiful brown-haired boys play such sweet songs
About nothing
Well colour me surprised, you'd be so easy to please

Because sickly, silly boys, with six-strings and soliloquy
Are not real f*cking artists
And so we all must plead, to be taken seriously
Well I have something to say
About whether we are worthy
Of the same celebrity
Given to
Higher artists like you
Well we are much more self indulgent
This is all for me
I will live and die in this meter
And I'm sure we'd still make Whitman sick
But at least He'd see us trying
Yeah at least He'd see me trying
Well lets keep our broken fingers crossed for this one

See the way I see it, you've got more in common with Byron
Than Hemingway
But don't fret
'Cause that's the way I like 'em

See the way I see it, you've got more in common with me
Than either of us would care to know
Or would like
To live with

But frankly, I've got better options
Sure they're counterfeit
And they're miserable
But they are mine
Forever
And I'll live with that
But can you live with your choices?