Moving in slow motion Discrediting the old notion Standing still hands on the window sill Feeling the vibrations Within the walls Watching opinions clashing As Deafening as horns blaring No decision can be made here
Dusk to Dawn to Dusk The same noise Over and over again Oblivious of the wallflower The self appointed refree Now as invisible and the paint beneath the wallpaper. Who is in the right, here?
Silence, I say quietly Silence, I shout more loudly We're in an insomnic haze Arguing over what we know not They've made us mindless, Zombies living on lies. Wake Up!