This Industry Is Jaded

Forget me Forgive me for forgetting your letting your setting steadily descend Can't comprehend Why choose the bottle over the pen? How can you tear so many others down and never think to look within? You'll never win Even never giving in Finnegan, begin again He fit the skin he's sitting in Better learn some discipline The light's not out, but flickering Like a freak Sleepless week? Better put some hours in before you're in so deep That we're just left to throw the flowers in The power's in the tongue Manipulate the breath from the lung The truest words are never spoken but they're sung with confidence Not arrogance Don't act dumb If you're gonna swat the bee, don't me mad if it stung The bee's knees hurt, but what about the bee's heart This industry is jaded. Please just hit the restart Drop the gimmicks, but keep and leave art Anyone of us could be next in line to depart