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My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
and they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
and tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
right past my brain and eyes
into my stomach juice
where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
nutrition values
and I absorb back in
the words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
and we keep on paying those freaks on the tv
who claim they will save us but want to enslave us and
sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers
but we leave the sound on cause silence is harder and
no one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
My brain and tongue just met
and they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
and tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
right past my brain and eyes
into my stomach juice
where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
nutrition values
and I absorb back in
the words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
and we keep on paying those freaks on the tv
who claim they will save us but want to enslave us and
sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers
but we leave the sound on cause silence is harder and
no one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
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