DESCRIPTION:
So many words, most are just bugs but some are birds
They try to fly, and the power lines burn em all up.
Ive heard enough cause all your thoughts
Are clattering pans and clanging pots,
Power tools , squealing tires, obnoxious, absurd and stupid words.
You gave the fool a microphone to chatter teeth and rattle bones
With the sound of well chosen words mispronounced,
Amplified worldwide intentions obscured by the perfect word.
The disregarded future dead heard every word he hasnt said.
So check, check, check, check one, two, in the back am I reaching you-
React if Im coming through loud and clear.
Cause Im so there for you. Im sublime, virtuous, and true.
In such times I can promise you need me here.
All these words are fat buzzing bugs. None are birds.
They land in my hair, and get all tangled up.
Please shut up! No more talk, no rattling pans and clanging pots,
squealing tires, power tools, obnoxious, absurd and stupid words.
Cause you gave the fool a microphone to chatter teeth and rattle bones
So So check, check, check, check one, two, in the back am I reaching you-
React if Im coming through. Can you hear?