The Starving Artist

Everyone's screaming and singing along,
Not knowing the meaning put behind the song,
And if you listen close enough...
There isn't one,
Remember the days when a song could make sense,
Without twisting the words so much you don't understand,
And preaching unresearched convictions,
With unoriginal clichés to get attention,
And I'm holding back,
From saying something controversial,
And I'm holding back,
From singing songs that I'm not sure, mean anything at all,
Wa-oh-oh!
(I know I can find some time, you know who you are)
The artist is unto his canvas,
His bleeding heart says no, but his empty wallet cries yes,
Integrity he sacrifices,
But can you blame him? Do you blame him? Would you even know?
And I'm holding back,
From saying something controversial,
And I'm holding back,
From singing songs that I'm not sure, mean anything at all,
Now everyone's screaming and singing along,
Not knowing the meaning put behind the song,
And if you listen close enough,
If you listen close enough...
There isn't one,
Everyone's screaming and singing along,
Not knowing the meaning put behind the song,
And if you listen close enough,
If you listen close enough,
Everyone's screaming and singing along,
Not knowing the meaning put behind the song,
And if you listen close enough,
If you listen close enough...
If you listen close enough...(Everyone's screaming)
If you listen close enough...(Everyone's screaming)
If you listen close enough...(Everyone's screaming)
If you listen close enough...(Everyone's screaming)
There isn't one