It kills my friends
Your noise pollution
Transcendence descends
I must block my ears
I can’t stand the torture
Is that how you felt
That day when they caught ya?
After being stabbed repeatedly
In the throat and between the eyes
Who would have known
Your actual brain size?
RadioHEAD, thoughts that are dead
Via flashing and poisoning lead
But wait, there’s more,
You will be famous
If the coverage is good
The crime must be heinous
The more evil the act
More sinister the crime
More shit for the camera
More of your face time
Why was it then
As my guts lay on the floor
I somehow felt remorse
For the city state law
But I guess life goes on
But maybe it doesn’t
There is much more money
In places it wasn’t
The way the road led me
Took me to today
In raindrops is sorrow
And I go away
Feed me back.
