11.Lullaby
Waging war on the arms race of sound
Turn it down Pull the plug Imminent surrender
Ringing in the new Dark Age
Shut down the noise-aholics Put down the quiet-ophobics
In a daydream of peace In a calmness too brief
My lullaby is killing My lullaby be stilling
It could be such sweet silence From static from violence from...
Volume is the modern currency Everyone competing for air space
Everybody's dumb Shouting muddled words as though they're deaf
Big brother isn't watching anymore
He knows we are distracted and absorbed
Broadcasting our grief Our imagination's atrophied
We can't think If I could sing them all to sleep
If I could sing myself deaf Wouldn't it be lovely？
Doesn't it sound perfect？ Every generation hates the next
I will save the millions from a slow insufferable death
I'll put them to sleep Save them from progressive misery
I'm counting If I could sing myself to sleep
If I could sing myself deaf Wouldn't it be lovely？
Doesn't it sound perfect？ My lullaby is killing
My lullaby be stilling Memorized. Involuntary
I think I can change the world
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