there's not...
enough silence to think,
the way dry tobacco burns hot
in the top of your throat
everyone exhales so loudly
nobody notices themselves
we only seem to notice those loader then us
wonder how they find the audacity to interfere
better word, disrupt the frame work
we've grown snugly accustomed to.
our painted sea scapes splash
culture across the space of contents
and we are have management issues,
we've forgotten what sets us free.
the childs eye view, before we state to fade
and jaded shrugs with apathy, they cause all this noise.
existence has never been mandatory
can't you see all these people just taking the back seat
some of them might never know,
i question if few could understand
the way dry tobacco burns hot
in the top of your throat
everyone exhales so loudly
nobody notices themselves
we only seem to notice those loader then us
wonder how they find the audacity to interfere
better word, disrupt the frame work
we've grown snugly accustomed to.
our painted sea scapes splash
culture across the space of contents
and we are have management issues,
we've forgotten what sets us free.
the childs eye view, before we state to fade
and jaded shrugs with apathy, they cause all this noise.
existence has never been mandatory
can't you see all these people just taking the back seat
some of them might never know,
i question if few could understand