Toby Bradner - Artist (feat. Ashley Scholl) Lyrics

So I've been writing for years
Still haven't conquered my fears
I still grab all the beers
And when I'm rapping they sneer
My support disappears
And now I'm the volunteer
I'll make music my career
It might take blood sweet with tears
But now you're cherry-picking
Slipping up on television
Call for help can't pay for shipping
Now your head is so conflicting
Cause the pain is so addicting
Life is short you head is spinning
Your so dizzy now you're limping
Watching you fall out of vision
So fulfilling
Introspective was effective
It did what it had to do
But I still feel like I'm rejected
So I guess I'm always loose
Tie up your nose
You'll never choose
Watching the news
You change your views
You cry at blues
And look for clues
I'm sorry if you are confused
Now all you want is clicks
Go through conflicts
Just to depict
The perfect picture
On the wall
And now you're sad with alcohol
You see your analytics dipping
So you change your lyrics thinking
That will change it, you're abusing
Clicks making your people snoozing
Check this off your wish list
And now you're acting reckless
And inside you are restless
Cause money is defenseless
You think power is endless
Why are you acting senseless?
Don't realize you are useless
You're too far now you're helpless
All the artists are blue
Why can't I hear something new?
All the artists are blue
Why can't I hear something new?
You got
English models
Being hostile
Broken bottles
The ensemble
Are the people
Don't ask questions
Feel the tension
In the steeple
People lying
People trying
They are crying
For my sequel
Life's unfair
It gets unequal
So you wait
Cause you are feeble
When you are an artist
And your life becomes tarnished
You try to breathe but nothing comes out because you are heartless
You're artless
Be cautious
What you say
In-office
You're thoughtless
Not flawless
Try to keep a
Promise
In label meetings, you are greeting money like it is the goal
Is that the whole reason you're doing art just to be rich and old
You want the gold
Tell them, "I'm sold"
Now you just sold
Your life away now they will slowly rot you till they take control
They'll never pay
The industry's insanity
It's crazy
People believe
To give up all freedom and creativity
For money
That sounds funny
But it's the truth
People like me and you
Fall into
These traps
That's why we don't last
It goes by way to fast
All the artists are blue
Why can't I hear something new?
All the artists are blue
Why can't I hear something new?
Essentially
I feel so down
I don't know why
I'm underground
All of the time
I cannot find
A way to get out of my mind
All these releases
Are just playing pieces
For this album of mine
But I'm too scared to feel fine
I'm too scared to show the people
Cause I think they'll be judgemental
Hope they'll say, "this kid is mental"
I'm afraid they'll think I'm mental
Should I just make instrumentals?
I get stuck inside my brain
I know I'm stuck in my own game
But I just never feel the same
My normal isn't ever tame
All the artists are blue
Why can't I hear something new?
All the artists are blue
Why can't I hear something new?