Blank page staring like a dead TV screen Got nothin' to say and nothin' to mean Picked up the guitar, put it right back down Just makin' the same old, tired sound Every idea's a cheap imitation A faded photocopy of a dead sensation Yeah, I'm uninspired! (Uninspired!) My thoughts are hardwired! Brain is blank, feeling dire! Just a slave to a dead desire! Uninspired! Scrolling through the feed of a thousand better bands With their perfect riffs and their clever hands I chew on the pencil, I stare at the wall Waitin' for nothin' to come at all The well is dry, the tank is on E The only thing left is anxiety Yeah, I'm uninspired! (Uninspired!) My thoughts are hardwired! Brain is blank, feeling dire! Just a slave to a dead desire! Uninspired! Is this it? Is this the fade out? The punchline of a joke I figured out? Used to scream, used to have something to shout... Now I just wanna tune it out... Uninspired! Uninspired! Dead desire!
