Oh the years have not been kind,
they rush away just like sand,
That has been caught up in a stream,
and now the silence I canu0027t stand,
But I canu0027t seem to break it,
I always hoped that there was more,
I open my mouth, but itu0027s just noise,
No I donu0027t sing anymore

Oh the paper it just lays there,
In a neat unblemished square,
Though itu0027s had so many words,
It seems the author didnu0027t care,
Cuz those words went up in flames,
Writing them down felt like a chore,
That pen itt weighs a thousand tons,
No I donu0027t write anymore

Oh the wind used to feel cold,
And the sunshine hot as hell,
But now it all feels like a blur,
Now I cannot seem to tell,
Maybe the light is all outside,
But years ago I closed the door,
Seems I cannot find the knob,
No I donu0027t feel it anymore

Oh the world seems to have lost me,
Or maybe I just lost the world,
It donu0027t listen to me these days,
And I canu0027t catch the stones it hurls,
Maybe itu0027s got nothing else to show,
Just the sex, the blood, the gore,
Used to think that it was more,
No I donu0027t know anymore
No I don't know anymore
No I don't know anymore