Waking the radio with noise
Stopping for a minute as we hear another tune
See myself stretching through the day
Finding that lies are sometimes written in the truth
And all of them are free
To argue and agree
request and then decree
And thats a guarantee
Its dangerous to think
Alls lost in just a blink
Well drown it in the drink
Washed down a bathroom sink
An impossible dream
The yelling and the screams
The fall of self esteem
A whore to the machine
So dont forget my name
Or claim it all for fame
And that its all in vain
Thats never been the game
Whatever the sound magazine says
Makes its way into the wash
Viewpoints folded over and over
When the ghosts of writing are lost
Listening must then become a choice
Reading words that binge and purge will never bring you fame
Put the record on and let it play
Have it run on backwards and youll understand the same
How do you justify
Admit and then deny
Withhold and now provide
An easier reply
Im thinking of the way
To hurry and delay
Protect and then betray
Much to your dismay
Ive slept away the years
Been taken by the sphere
Had way too many fears
Get lost in all the cheers
Before you make a mess
Of tranquility and stress
Deny and then confess
Confirming your success
Whatever the sound magazine says
Makes its way into the wash
Viewpoints folded over and over
When the ghosts of writing are lost
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
