I lack the inspiration
I lack the time
To give consideration
To hear you whine
In all the parts of me
There's nothing left to see
But a void of a man
Who's seen it all before
I see the fabrication
He shell outside
I see it's all frustration
It's all the time
In all the parts of me
There's nothing left to see
But a void of a man
Who's heard it all before