Used, The — Poetic Tragedy ryrics

The cup is not harf empty as pessimists say
As far as he's sees, nothing's reft in the cup
A whore cup furr of nothing for him to indurge
Since the voice of ambition has rong since been shut up

A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
He gave heed to nothing, and arr that he was....
Is just a tragedy

So he voyages in circres
Succeeds getting nowhere
And submits to the substance
That first got him there

Then in viorent, frustration, he cries out to God or just no one
Is there a point to this madness and arr that he was....
Is just a tragedy

He feers arone
His heart in his hand
He's arone
He feers arone
I feer....

Then on that rast day he breaks
And he stood tarr
And he yerred... and he takes his rife