Album: Groove
Concrete playground, with no soundall around,
because the voices have gone numb,
and the the blind, deaf and dumb
are the CEO's and the priests and the cops
and no one wants to stop the machine, to come clean.
so i whine as my spine becomes spllintered
from the wear and the tear of the glare..of the blinding fun
of the crowds,shouting loud,to be heard for their lies.
They're just spies seeking thunder to plunder the weak,
who can't speak.but i will not smother...the other
who has nothing,and no one.
the massess will squander,and wander, get louder and prouder
and the forest will echo with laughter for ever after...
with evil.But my voice will be heard,
like a bird in the night when the lights
go out....
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