Meta Songtext
von Cobolt

My story is written fast
Cut down to fit the frames
Of record sleeves and literary sheets
Trying to share something
Along the winding path
Each sentence fighting back

Can′t find the lines, the words, the rhyme
That turn me inside out


This is not poetry
Just another bloodless heart on debris
I'm giving you nothing real
I borrow, I copy, I cheat and steal

My story is really poor
Came to a grinding halt
I′ve lost my words, stuck in this verse
Starting to fear the worst

My heroes laugh at me
From their shelf mocking me
"Pretentious fool, if you're not true
Try to walk in our shoes"


This could be poetry
Might pass for an aching heart in debris
I'm giving you something to see
Borrowed and copied and really real