Stupid Interview from Lunar Mistake by Lunar Mistake

You ask me to take a break
As if I want to
But the page is dry
The line drifts by
And the world craves something new

Should I create
Or pass the plate
Can't concentrate
Newspaper hits the door
All the headlines read
That art is dead
Yet the world craves more

Is this better or just faster?
Is this progress or disaster?
We're both on the ride
So why should I decide?
It's not up to me
Not up to me
Not up to me

You ask me for some insight
As if that could work
You have no real grasp
As commons gasp
When you're acting like a jerk

I smell a trace
Of empty space
Behind your face
It's nothing but echo
As your premise failed
That ship has sailed
Twenty years ago

Is this sweeter no it's sour
Paying pennies by the hour
We spar in the ring
But only I can sing
It's not over soon
Not doom and gloom
It's not dying
It's dead

It's not better it's not faster
It's not progress nor disaster
Stupid interview
And I have stuff to do
It's not up to me
Actually
It's up to you
And you and you

• Rock
• indie prog
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