A song with no real depth, consisting merely of a jumble of english proverbs that I’m poking fun at: Hit the sack, pull my leg, bite the bullet ..😁 ---------------- [Verse 1] Burn the midnight oil, but the clock still ticks like a fool. Steal my thunder, take my shine, leave me broke - cost me a dime. Hit the sack, but I’m wide awake, dreams are just a mirage I make. Cut the corners, take the fall, now I’m stuck - feel so small. [Verse 2] Under the weather, but it’s not rain, it’s the weight of your hollow name. Bite the bullet, taste the lead, every word you said is dead. Break the silence ... wait, tell me how, do I get two silences now? Or is the joke on me, the fool, who thought these words made sense at school? [Chorus] We speak in riddles, we dance in lies, every phrase just hypnotizes. Is it art or just a crime? Do I lack the IQ? Or is the whole damn language built on idiocy? [whispered] Break the silence… But who’s listening anyway? [Verse 3] Pull my leg, but I don’t laugh, just a puppet in your craft. Bury the hatchet - where’s the tool? Guess we’re stuck in April fool. Cost me an arm, cost me a leg, now I’m dancing with the debt I beg. Let the cat out ... where’s the bag? Guess the joke’s on me, not the cat. [Verse 4] Once in a blue moon, you say you care, but the sky’s still empty, and I’m still there. Beat around the bush, hide the truth, now I’m lost in your riddle’s tooth. Hit the road ... wait, which one? Is there GPS for setting sun? Or do I walk in circles, blind, while the language leaves me behind? [Outro] [whispered] So here’s the deal, the final twist: the words we use are just… …a game we play to feel less lost. But the joke’s on us: ‘Cause no one knows the rules. Break the silence… But who’s even listening? Break the silence… or just scream into the void." [long scream] VOID!
