Letra de Mount Rushmore

The sad stories used to fly off the pen
Only yawns after smiles and wins
Now you’re content just staring at the clock
Got some dirt on your writers block
We can’t call this fun
Wouldn’t wish it on anyone
You look closer, examine
And dig up stuff
Til you find Mount Rushmore
Isn’t big enough
We can’t call this fun
Wouldn’t wish it on anyone
So fuck the world
And what it’s become
Are there any words
For what we’ve done?
How can anyone
Ever see the sun?
But these little flames
Burn everyone