Stereos paint pictures with their vibrations,
lighting up the atmosphere. But all you do
is play sad songs until the air is heavy
and you only breathe in evaporated tears.
Several thousand years will pass before
spontaneous arguing becomes a crime,
until a knife in the dark from behind
is outlawed, until we all love the same
things and we all say the same words.
Its about waiting for the right hand on
the clock to strike before you let
blast a barrage of opinions, drowning
us in your beliefs, making
us feel smaller
and smaller.
No longer do you walk with pride,
but with your knees on the ground
and your head in the earth. When
you travelled down under it turned
your life upside down, but hold
my hand and I'll show you how
to apologise.
