Writer's Block letra

It doesn't matter what i say
It could be anything
All that matters is what they hear
And fuck, it can be beautiful
Fuck, we'll turn it into something grand
We killed the meaning
There's nothing to hear
Say it again
We're all shooting blanks
We're reckless and we've got nothing to say
Fuck
I could be way out on a limb
But i don't think you're hearing me
You only like the words that are cliche
But then again, who gives a fuck?
Most of you just want to fuck each other up
I doubt you even hear
I doubt you even care
Fuck

Killing The Dream - Letras

• (Re) Acquaintance
• 39th And Glisan
• Ante Up
• Before You Fall Asleep
• By Now
• Consequence (What Comes Next)
• Critical Thought
• Everything But Everything
• Four Years Too Late
• Fractures
• Hang the Jury
• Holding the Claws
• If It Rains
• January 2nd
• Pardon the Interruption
• Part II (Motel Art)
• Past The Stars
• Picking Up the Pieces
• Play the Tune or Die
• Post Script
• Resolution
• Rough Draft (An Explanation)
• Save Our Ship
• Sick Of Sleeping
• Ten (10) 1/2
• The Scape
• Thirteen Steps
• Thirty Four Seconds
• We Were
• We'll Always Have Paris
• We're All Dead Ends
• Where The Heart Is
• Writer's Block
• You're All Welcome