A Far off Sound

All the fear is still reserved, no heroes disengage their roots
Doctors counting zeros for a thrill
No tears penetrate their boots, their laces tied around their necks
Moles scurry the mantle for a suit

Alone, at loss, yet not denied, too petrified to cross the road
There's no more fish swimming in the sea
They've migrated to living rooms, idle tools with which deprive
Without the fight and fear to stay alive

Who's comin' for your bones?

A famine redefined, brutality side lined
Headlines scribbled out, yet photos underlined
Yet nuts and cheeks and mounds are what we're fighting for
The biopic was smeared and sighted as a far off sound
It blew their minds but the drive home sucked it back



Credits
Writer(s): Philip J. Nixon
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