Kettle

Consonants don't make their own sense
And vowels just tease and leave
Consonants don't make their own sense
And vowels just tease and

The tea in my cup has boiled to evaporation
I'm tired of consonants
I'm choking on vowels
I'm ready to make some piggies bleed
I'm queer and feeling hostile toward authority
You may say I'm just a girl
But maybe it's a bit more complicated than that

Communication is impossible
But we have got to try
Abolition is the only way out
We must join or die
Abolition is the only way out
We must join or die, join or die
Let's peel away letters and focus on the sounds
Let's peel away sounds and focus on the feeling of a tongue against a tooth
Of a tongue against a tooth
The feeling is lethal

Understanding each other through a dialect of our own making
Our own making
Understanding each other through a dialect of our own making
Our own making, understanding
Understanding each other through a dialect of our own making, understanding
Consonants don't make their own sense
And vowels just tease and leave
Consonants don't make their own sense
And vowels



Credits
Writer(s): Niklas Geiger
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