This is where noises & sounds are.You can listen what we're up to!
A fork is a cold shiny toolTo pierce, tear and ingestWho
At war with no enemyBut the dearth of our willFar too la
Remember what you were saying about people in the 'burbs, Art, p
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun
I've got the demons in meI've got to brush them all away
I wanna be lovedEverybody doesI find shame in the crack-
Music is a way to express myself when words fall apart. It is a white noise, a ferocious river I am pulled by but also one I share and listen.