Tapper

Let's wage a war on the words
Just you and I and the rest of the birds
We'll kill with ballistics for loose-lipped linguistics

And I...
It's a shame that the blame on the brain
Weighs the same as our pain
We paint over common sense
With visceral cognizance

Alive, alive in a lie
Speechlessness renders me to be so verbally free
Out of control is what I'd rather be
Align, align in a line
Speechlessness renders me to be so perfectly free
Out of control is what I'd rather be

And we talk all the right kinds of talk
But we struggle to walk and we fall to a crawl
To make some distinction before our extinction

The mysteries of men amend the marvels of the mind
Meanings made by motions and malaise is multiplied
We sleep through semantics, syntastic romantics

Alive, alive in a lie
Speechlessness renders me to be so verbally free
Out of control is what I'd rather be
Align, align in a line
Speechlessness renders me to be so perfectly free
Out of control is what I'd rather be



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Writer(s): The Owl Job
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