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All words seem to slur together
Nothing makes sense if all you can hear is vowels
But these words need to be heard
We are the makers of meaning
Reality is only perception
Open your eye
See more then just reality
Bond together
Hypersexual children of our earth
Born of a past generation
That is happy to give us their dues
A generation that buys water in a bottle
Hidden in the gigabytes
Are codes of handcuffs
Our world is not what it seems
Spinning ball of hot ash
Listen to the Latin words
Tempus Fugit
Carpe Diem
Most of all
Momento mori
I laugh and think
Of all the times my mother said
“Don’t talk with your mouth full!”
Why should this be any different?
But now I'm done talking
So I put the cold hard facts in my mouth
Some say I’m looking for an end
But I feel optimistic
I can feel the iron on my tongue
Will it burn the inside of my cheeks?
I guess I will never know
With a mouth full of forty five
I paint the wall