I'm wasting today Just like I did yesterday And I'm frustrated The words won't come out of my mouth Nothing to write about And I'm tearing out this page Inspiration lost in thoughts I've got writer's block and I'm against the clock Hopefully, the melody accompanied by phrasing And delivery should be enough It'll have to be because I'm giving up White paper black It's ink-filled and cross-hatched And I'm fucking knackered It's late and I'm drained, blaming brains Two weeks to get to this stage Wars with words rage