i quit the choir so i could learn how to sing on my own and i made a simple discovery: the notes are arbitrary and if "slang is the language of the heard" well, aren't you hearing me?
they said, "please, would you step to one side of the line, 'cos at the end of time it's black and it's white,” right?
i just want to go home. could you put a blanket around my shoulders and call that home? bar the passerby with shades and render the windows opaque and turn in my cosmic two weeks’
'cos i cannot speak to the ones i love for fear of being detained when my only line of meek defense is "man, i just don't see it that way"
come on.
it's a system that moves us along, and i want no part of it.