DO YOU HEAR THAT RATTLING?
That's the sound of a half-empty spray can,
full of hope, just being blasted against a wall
that will never appreciate it's art.
This is the kind of thing that
turns a hard heart into marble
to carve your masterpiece into.
DO YOU HEAR THAT RATTLING?
That's the sound of a half-empty spray can
of whoop-ass
about to be unleashed upon the masses,
who thought they could divide the classes
and make our lives seem like less
as if it would make their's seem like more.
I've got a little shocker kept in store,
life does not open doors,
it closes them.
On the tapestry of Canada,
there will be those that hem us in.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
DO YOU HEAR THAT RATTLING?
That's the sound of a half-empty spray can,
full of hope, just being blasted against a wall
that will never appreciate it's art.
This is the kind of thing that
turns a hard heart into marble
to carve your masterpiece into.
DO YOU HEAR THAT RATTLING?
That's the sound of a half-empty spray can
of whoop-ass
about to be unleashed upon the masses,
who thought they could divide the classes
and make our lives seem like less
as if it would make their's seem like more.
I've got a little shocker kept in store,
life does not open doors,
it closes them.
On the tapestry of Canada,
there will be those that hem us in.
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