Conversations with Crickets

As we all get blown to bits a comedian writes a skit
Conversations with crickets
How many years before you're sentient?
How long before you're on the internet?
Magnify these thoughts for the idiots
Fools they now become the idols
The intellects the enemies
The mentally unstable our entertainment
I work to pay for it

The shackles on my feet are self-harm proof
They don't even make a clink
They just make 808s over self-harming addicted souls struggling

Sour apple was in the hand of Adam and Eve
Distilled it into liquor started partying
And Eve was a clean
The rest is history

Free me from the bond of cynical song
Loathe the poison on earth uprooted worms
And land softly in the white water
Spring snowmelt flowing into what once was Tibet
Bet it was a nice place but I couldn't afford the rent



Credits
Writer(s): Amos Moretti-dobo
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