the cup is not half empty as pessimists say
as far as he sees, nothing's left in the cup
a cup full of nothing for him to indulge
since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up

a singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
he gave heed to nothing and all that he was, was just a tragedy

so he voyages in circles, succeeds getting nowhere
and submits to the substance first got him there

then in violent frustration, he cries out to god or just no one
is there a point to this madness, and all that he was, was just a tragedy

he feels alone
his heart in his hand he's alone
he feels alone
i feel..

then on that last day he breaks
and he stood tall
and he yelled, and he yelled
fighting frustration, he cries out to god or just no one
is there a point to this madness, and all that he was, was just a tragedy