Carl Hauck - Possessor Of The Microphone lyrics

I a**ure you, I'm as novel as the last act- A walking piece of crap Plagiarism's abstract For a lack of original work, I'll sell myself short And collect the riches for it. When I run low on fictional tales, On forced awkward rhymes, On those standout lines, It's hard to resort to the unentertaining, To the blunt, the boring, The truth-containing... As possessor of the microphone I demand your full attention. Complexities, they need not be When I'm able to say things simply. Both repulsiveness in each strings vibration And my sad excuse for poetry Abolish self-accreditation Of an artist with pride. I wish I could see People singing back to me, But my only fans, my only listeners, Are the pixels on my computer screen. Regardless of how much the copper makes me bleed, I'll remain an anguished instrument of mediocrity. It's always been a dream To just get up and leave And to return as a stranger. The mysterious is to the curious As methamphetamines Are to the user. This is the product Of nocturnal intoxication. Should I reiterate the words sung out by a million other artists before They kicked the chairs out from under their Dangling Feet? There's only one Definite attraction, My primary Distraction... When time brings my final curtain, There'll be no ears to listen in. Resonance of repetition... When will life begin?