You knew by heart Beethoven
You liked to hum his tunes
Your wind was gently blowing
In our shoreline dunes
The light of our faces
Still shimmers in the air
Although we left no traces
No sign that we were there
Among the other randoms
That fill the narrow streets
The strangers pass like phantoms
We never care to meet
Back home again, you turn on
The aircraft broadcast
I couldn’t be more wrong
Thinking our time would last
Another time writes letters
Maybe a star, extinguished
Says we’re no more than petals
Of roses unrelinquished
It’s not the same old story
It changes every day
Each time I come, I worry
What you'd suppose to say..
You can't move,
You're walking barefooted but you can't move,
You're talking to the randoms but you can't speak,
You're stronger than you think you are but you're so weak,
You laugh
Your emotions aren't mentally there but you laugh,
You try to fit in but it's pretty too obvious to you
They will never ever know what you've been through,
You have a routine,
You hate it with all your heart but you have a routine,
One pop, a gulp of water, and a swallow will do it,
This doesn't make you sane,
It makes you sick,
Total ********!
You can't move,
You can't speak,
You can't laugh,
You can't fit in,
Because you have a routine,
This pill makes you YOU but if that's true WHERE IS ME?
No matter what fact-
some movie told you that,
they preened and printed,
stole what fitted,
and then sold,
and said it thinned it in...
No matter how much fat,
no matter what they attack!
Some movie told you that,
the filter will stack-
the rivers will run into rags,
and then some movie told you that!
Own it girl!
Eat spasms and commit to the randoms because this is where they stand um!
Hold onto porridge like it's cold and in tandem!
I know I know what I just said,
but your society isn't red,
it's opportune to be a bed,
no boredom does not beget!
It spends-
every last trend,
every wonder in the bend,
and the eager,
staunchly sour to be in rent.
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