The Audio Is Here

Can you hear me?
Can you feel me, talking?
Are those little ear drums
Even registering?

Are my words
Impacting, refracting
And packed into your head
To be read in fact

I think I can hear
Your thoughts
Pushed out like toothpaste
I spread across your mirror
Fear? You crave something
It's not quite clear
But not to worry
'Cause the audio is here

Let it wash over you
Carry you
Leave your body, bury you
Nothing you can do for you
Feel the euphoria
Pour over the floor for you
The path of enlightenment
Another line of sight in it

You, with the paper towel
Make like a fowl, fly
There's nothing getting cleaned tonight
So leave your mirror smeared, alright

You crave something
You can't get near
But not to worry
'Cause the audio is here



Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Lyon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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