[Verse 1]
The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
As far as he sees nothing's left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
[Chorus 1]
A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was is just a tragedy
[Verse 2]
So he voyages in circles and succeeds getting nowhere
And submits to the substance, that first got him there
There, there, there
[Chorus 2]
In violent frustration he cries out to God or just no one
Is there a point to this madness, and all that he was is just a tragedy
[Bridge]
He feels alone
His heart in his hand, he's alone
He feels alone
I feel…
[Verse 3]
Then on that last day he breaks
And he stood tall, and he yelled, and he yelled
(Why world, why world, hate you, hate you, bye world)
[Chorus 2]
In violent frustration he cries out to God or just no one
Is there a point to this madness, and all that he was is just a tragedy