Void in Me

As I pull myself from the mud, these body bags pile up

I've got to prove something to you, to fill this void in me

My ego keeps bleeding dry, a stain that lingers on your heart

Always picked last, left behind, but you remind me every time

Good artists copy

Great artists steal

But the best artist will cut off their fucking ear

The void consumes

The fear is near

But the best artist will cut off their fucking ear

First game, I'm always picked last

Shadowed by doubts, chasing the past

But the second game, I'm called to start

Picking apart the scabs on my heart

You say I settle for less

Maybe I deserve the weight on my chest

Shallow like the tub where I shower

But I'm naked in my dreams, exposed every hour

Good artists copy

Great artists steal

But the best artist will cut off their fucking ear

The void consumes

The fear is near

But the best artist will cut off their fucking ear

Dive deeper into the darkest sea

The pressure spits me back to be free

Don't grab my hand, it's okay

Let the waves carry the fear away

Anxiety is like the tide

Rising, crashing, then subsides

This space is dark, but now I see

The void isn't my enemy

Good artists copy

Great artists steal

But the best artist will cut off their fucking ear

The void consumes

The fear is near

But the best artist will cut off their fucking ear

The farther I go, the less I know

But the void's where the artist grows

Good artists copy

Great artists steal

But the best artist will cut off their fucking ear

Cut off your fucking ear!