Bludgen me with anything worth saying one thousand times/
Bury me in genius I'll welcome the suffocating lines/
Just how much breath can one person waste/
My ears your mouth I'm hearing your sickening taste/
Paint me a movie/
Sing me a book/
Make it non-fiction with the friction and dirty looks/
I cut out my tounge I have bled the wrong words/
We scream into filters just asking to be heard/
Paint me a movie/
Sing me a book/
Make it non-fiction with friction and dirty looks/
All I can give is what you take/


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    General CommentSometimes I feel like this when the media relentlessly covers the same old story. You get it from all sides: on TV, in newspapers, on the internet, and everywhere you go. And most of it is celebrity trash or full of 'sickening taste' anyway.

    Everyone seems to have their own opinion which they desperatly want to be heard, and sometimes when you voice you opinion, people make you feel that your opinion is wrong. (I cut out my tounge I have bled the wrong words.)

    People also seem to have an obsesion with watching and reading about 'non-fiction' and reality. People like to see human suffering as it happens and where it happens, and they just watch and do nothing about it.

    It's amazing how The Ghost can produce a song with such a short amount of lyrics but a ton of meaning. And I'm sure there's a lot more of it.
    skacore_dudeon February 04, 2005   Link

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