Kaustradamus - Mr. Nobody Lyrics

I'm just about done, but I'm so apathetic
And dealing with the hardest part of an artist that really get it
Unedited non-repetitive etiquette for the mind
And blatantly less competitive rhetoric in my rhymes
At times I like to battle the shadow that don't exist
Express a need for slaughtering cattle but then I miss
The point of why I do it, what would I do without
The invisible person that I'm always talking about
Now I'm switching the style, I got emotion conveyed
And I'm a little more in tune with what I'm trying to relay
Just a little bit more honest in the things that I say
And the result is a temporary high that'll never stay
It fades, motivation proven quick to diminish
And suddenly everything that's significant's never finished
Now you can cover the blemish, project your positive talents
But everybody knows a real artist will lack in balance
That's the challenge, self reflection
Cause if you never really move in a direction
And you never really make a decision
You have no identity or face they can envision
Mr. Nobody, with 37 masks
Recognized what it was and without the looking glass
So now we're falling fast way beyond the rabbit hole
With inspiration's invitation clearly incompatible
Remember it all
Remember the feeling you get right before you fall
Just how perfect and intricate every detail and flaw
But when it's gone it don't exist except for you to recall
But the image is poor, the memory pretty vague
And every positive sensation that you felt had a plague
All that's really displayed now is your lack of desire
The illness shatter your dreams, laughed and put out the fire
You're a liar in regard to every line that you've written
Finally concluded that you're faking it when you're spitting
Your personality's split and with passion this intermittent
I can only hold invalid all the love that I'm getting
So here's a wall I've been hitting, been staring at it for months
All I want to do is finish a project for once
Looking for it it blunts, bottles, pretending to care
But the bottom line is it's something you could never repair
But I'm there so I wait, for it to hit me again
Provoking thoughts that'll require me to pick up a pen
Till then, I'm just a slave to the way that I feel
Going patterns in the cycle knowing nothing is real, damn