A new song I've been working on:
Modern Voice (working title...)
On a dark street, the city ends,
And I push down signs ‘cause they’re all pretend.
some believe they’re true.
Gave up plastic, looked for a trend
But we all gotta trade, we're all gonna spend,
It's shattered in two
What's been broken into
Hostages that we take in
Tied up our habits, they’re growing thin
D
o you know what to do?
W
e’ve all got answers, but it just depends
W
hat they make of you, what you make of them
Are they coming to you
?A
re they coming for you?
Now, they're stealing words from the common man.
Clumped up herds for the affluent.
What is this coming to?
They read from scripts into a lens
When they're calling out, are they calling you in
Is this getting to you?
Is this getting through?
It doesn’t matter how you take the streets
W
hen the streets aren’t the place to be
Anymore.
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