Black - Nowhere

I got a to-do list of bad habits

Spending money like I have it

Living in havoc just to create

I can’t afford to support my biggest influences

Because you either live lavish or you wait

Most only make enough to buy new paint

For their next project, but what color best represents honest?

That is without yet absorbs all concept

What artist absorbs every other artist

And illustrates the obvious in a way that we haven’t thought yet?

What artist can do no wrong

Or does wrong so well that it’s convincingly right?

The youth is living through death

By simply taking their time like it can’t be taken away

By a reaper who doesn’t let us overpopulate

She says, some get to go but some gotta stay at home

For most, hell is simply just being in one place

And for some, heaven is never having to show your face

All the things we make just to hide behind

Getting high on our own supply

Makes art is no longer a needle in the hay

But a syringe in the needles

Because everyone’s got a point but they care so very little

Originality junkies waiting for their chance to say something They’re waiting

for their names to be mentioned

Devising a plan to make themselves so important

By doing absolutely as little as possible

Taking advantage of the impressionable

Impersonating a hero as if you understand

What darkness that title holds, but I don’t think you do

Because sadly, the truth is being without suffering

Is like being without parents

What could guide a human more than pain?

What will sculpt a carving better than a blade?

All these rich kids are orphans with over-stimulated endorphins

Strung out on their heroine mother and meth head father

With enough money to ensure that you will never be

Poor enough to experience true happiness

For some, it takes being deprived to feel alive

Others know the value of life without an attempt at death

And I can’t stress it enough;

I’m stressed enough as it is

So, I take my time like it can’t be taken away

Don’t tell me you’re biting the bullets

When all your problems are blank

I swear that I used to have a mind that’s full

But now my head just aches from all these kids

That are so colorful and quick to throw the shade

When you’re the only one to blame for forgetting

That the world is not the past tense of whirl

Even if our lives seem stagnate

If we had a perfect view of the planet through glass

Could we look past our reflection to see it?

Or do we just see ourselves pretending to take the view in?

Acting like we give a shit

For the sake of the viewership that’s already sunken

We are an audience in a submarine

Falling deeper into ocean water and calling it space

We are a group of people with the same thoughts as our ancestors

Still left with no answers, still left with no way

Too clever to show that we have no idea what to do with the day

So we wait for the night, because it’s easier to plague

Tomorrow with the burden of sobriety

Crossing our fingers that the sun is gone for good

So we don’t have to be drunk driving my own hearse in all white

Because everyday I was alive, I wore nothing but black

Because black is the only thing that is honest

It doesn’t pretend to be something it isn’t

It doesn’t desire, it doesn’t weep, it doesn’t exist

And that’s what makes it honest

Because when you are nothing, you can do no wrong