Despised Icon - Nameless lyrics

I crave for even the
Faintest touch of inspiration
Its rivers have seemingly dried up
The past weeks have silently gone by like
Nameless citizens in a waiting line

Scattered grey clouds have altered
My strategic game plan i must dig deep

An amalgam of taunting voices wittingly
Took the limelight away
From the notes that should be treasured
I have been comfortably wrapped in
Discouragement for far too long
Words and actions have somehow lost
Some of their sweetness
I need to regain my thirst for optimism
Deaf will be these ears to your serenades
Blind will be these eyes to your charades
Cold will be the front that welcomes you



Scattered grey clouds have weakened
My strategic game plan i must dig deep