I Am Become Death

[Intro] Blank page, blank stare, bad weather in my head Tried to make art, made a crater instead Tap-tap, no words, just a pulse in the wall Nothing comes out, so I swallow it all [Verse] I opened up the file like a door to a tomb Then sat there getting older in the same little room Cursor kept blinking like it knew I was done Ticking like a clock with a nail for a tongue I had a whole idea, then it slipped through the drain Now there’s static doing cartwheels in the back of my brain Every phrase I reach for turns to dust in my grip Every clever little thought takes a permanent trip [Pre-Chorus] Maybe I’m tired, maybe I’m fried Maybe there’s a circus where my reason used to hide Maybe I’m fine, maybe I’m not Maybe I should laugh while the kettle gets hot [Chorus] No inspiration, no salvation Just a bad transmission from a cracked foundation I keep digging where the words should be And something underneath starts answering me No inspiration, no vacation From the growing pressure of my own creation If the song won’t rise from the dirt somehow Then I’ll drag it out and wear it like a vow [Post-Chorus] Blank page, bad brain Tap-tap, strange pain Say my name, take my breath I am become death [Verse] I made coffee twice and forgot the first cup Fed the wrong machine and unplugged the one plugged up Put my faith in a rhyme, but the rhyme played dead So I argued with the ceiling fan instead Now the walls keep leaning like they heard what I thought And the silence in the hallway feels a little too taut There’s a choir in the plumbing, there’s a judge in the chair There’s a version of me smiling that was never quite there [Pre-Chorus] Maybe I’m empty, maybe I’m cursed Maybe every masterpiece is born getting worse Maybe I’m hollow, maybe I’m whole Maybe I found thunder in a bottomless hole [Chorus] No inspiration, no salvation Just a bad transmission from a cracked foundation I keep digging where the words should be And something underneath starts answering me No inspiration, no vacation From the growing pressure of my own creation If the song won’t rise from the dirt somehow Then I’ll drag it out and wear it like a vow [Bridge] Scratch one sentence, kill two more Laughing at the handle of an unopened door All my little muses packed their bags and fled So I built a kingdom from the noise in my head Every failed line gets a funeral drum Every dead end asks what I’m running from I wanted one chorus, I wanted one verse Now I’m naming the ruins and rehearsing the curse [Breakdown] No pen, no peace No sleep, no release No song, no breath Only me and death No pen, no peace No sleep, no release No song, no breath Only me and death [Chorus] No inspiration, no salvation I have crossed the border of imagination I kept digging where the words should be Now the thing below has climbed into me No hesitation, no damnation I’m the final author of my own mutation If the world won’t give me a sound somehow Then I’ll split the sky and make it bow [Outro] Blank page, bad brain Tap-tap, strange pain Last laugh, last breath I am become death I am become death Destroyer of worlds I am become death Destroyer of worlds