You Are The Antithesis

You're nothing more than shallow

With a tongue lodged in your cheek

What is it that you're saying

Shrouded in a cloud of smoke

You're not coming through

The lines are crossed and the static numbs my ears

Your turn of phrase rings hollow

I cant trust a word you say

What are we to do when the last great poet

Has thrown down his pen?

If you cant move me now then I swear you never will

Just going through the motions while the audience is still

I can hardly feel the passion that you've stolen from this room

You're nothing but a mockery of all I hold so true

You've nothing invested, you've got no soul at all

I see you for what you really are, you're not fooling anyone

A coward in a flashy disguise

What are we to do when the last great poet throws down his pen?

Who can we turn to for the words we scream right back?

Where do we find solace if were never shown the way?

What happened to the authors who have something left to say?

Look inside yourself, and if you find theres nothing there

Be cast into eternal exile miles from here

Never to be seen again

And don't find your way back

Proclaim your pain

Bring them to their knees

Were making room for those with a clearer vision

Let the inspired voice be heard

Give us your life

Show us something more