listen. beads of sweat glisten on the brow, before the bow, of the speaker under great lights. one white in the applause does indeed pause to njoy what i so desparately want to destroy. i want those hands to stop before contact brings joy to the specific ears of their prolific boy. those ears that filter cries of the abused into unused folders of night noise. well beyond the folding chairs holding stares of idle admiration tands the army of an unheard nation. they don't applaud. i don't applaud. no cheers from my peers for the speaker who is showing that we are weaker and weaker and without the power to create doubt in the masses of the power of the speaker who has garnered the cheers of the masses and the fears of my peers. of america the government i am not a resident, yet i do live in the land and stand with the people. the speaker is the president, speaking and not listening. sweat glistening, espcaping pores. the night noise is getting too loud to ignore. the night noise is getting too loud to ignore. power don't listen, but through filters hear so yell and yell loud, enough to hurt their ears.
Lyrics submitted by DarkerShadeofWinter