Sensations

Does anyone see the people, perhaps its just a crowd Does anyone hear thunder, from inside a popcorn cloud Does anyone smell the fire, after lighting up a smoke Does anyone taste hunger, before the gluttony chokes Does anyone feel the pressure, building inside my head Does anyone sense imbalance, pallbearers of our dead Does anyone know for certain, oh my she looks so pure Does anyone rarely mistake, the stale breath of a whore Does anyone get a laugh, just as we're spilling our guts Does anyone state the obvious, mankind's going nuts Does anyone hate another, and feel love for themselves Does anyone fall over the edge, when left on the shelf Does anyone recall moments, wishing they'd never end Does anyone wake up hopeless, a dream's only pretend