Dull - Pinhead Gunpowder

Like a dull pain in my head

Buried by my fantasies

And crowded by old memories

I can’t isolate the disease

So it spreads

Like a dull ache in my heart

Just one thought starts to spark

A raging fire of doubt

No juice to put it out

Cuz my creative wells are dry

From mental drought

Looks like a dull night by myself again

And I got no money and no girlfriend

And I’m thinking too much

And I’m making pretend

Inventing problems + despair to wallow in

It’s pretty dumb

Like a dull knife in my back

I’m my own worst enemy

This war inside of me

Keeps on taking the same casualty

But now I’m ready to launch a counter-attack

Yeah!

(Yeah, right)