My mind is blank
A clean canvas
And I don't have any paint

I open my mouth
Nothing comes out
But all of these complaints

Am I even capable
Of writing and of my thoughts?

It's so hard to be creative
To connect any of the dots

My mind is blank
A clean canvas
And I don't have any paint (Paint)

I open my mouth
Nothing comes out
But all of these complaints ('Plaints)

Am I even capable
Of writing and of my thoughts? (Thoughts)

It's so hard to be creative
To connect any of the dots

I am in a slump
I'm in a block
An artist block

And my stuttering
Is so bad
I can barely talk

A jack of all trades
Is such a hard concept to be
But master of one
Sounds so damn boring to me

I am in a slump
I'm in a block
An artist block

And my stuttering
Is so bad
I can barely talk

A jack of all trades
Is such a hard concept to be

But master of one
Sounds so damn boring to me-e-e-e-e

Run away, run away!
Not looking back
At all you've left behind
Panic attack

Hate it so, hate it so much!
Tear it down
If losing was a win
You'd take the crown
Screaming in, screaming in
Your troubled mind
You are your own critic
And you're not kind

Is this what, is this what art truly is?
If it is
There's no reason
It's fucking dead

Run away, run away!
Not looking back
At all you've left behind
Panic attack

Hate it so, hate it so much!
Tear it down
If losing was a win
You'd take the crown

Screaming in, screaming in
Your troubled mind
You are your own critic
And you're not kind

Is this what, is this what art truly is?
If it is
There's no reason
It's fucking dead