Dull - Intellectual

[Intro]

One, two, three, four

Like a dull pain in my head

Buried by my fantasies

Crowded by old memories

I can't isolate the disease, so it spreads

Like a dull ache in my heart

Just one thought starts to spark

A raging fire of doubt, no juice to put it out

My creative wells are dry from mental drought

Looks like a dull night by myself again

And I've got no money and no girlfriend

And I'm thinking too much and I'm making pretend

Inventing problems and despair to wallow in, it's pretty dumb

Like a dull knife in my back

I'm my worst enemy, this war inside of me

Keeps on taking the same casualty

But now I'm ready to launch a counter-attack, yeah

Yeah, right