When Music Says It Better.

Lately I am dry of inspiration and color.
I am either so flooded with words/thoughts I'd rather not be or empty of the ones that feel more like me and Him. Or rather Him through me.

Sometimes, music says it better when you currently have nothing from your own drawing board.

Back and forth, the same,
Be careful how you frame
Your argument, your argument.

We been giving all we can
And it finally showed the end
Of our tolerance, our tolerance.

I know it's hard to say, we’ll throw it all away,
But the odds are we'll be better off.

And it’s a painful thought to try another start

But the odds are we’ll be better off

Cast another vote in our sad terminal
Democracy, democracy.
The word is out on us, we have gone delirious,
The floor is falling out from under us, it always does.

I know it's hard to say, we’ll throw it all away,
But the odds are we'll be better off.

And it’s a painful thought to try another start

But the odds are we’ll be better off.


Thanks Mutemath.