Listen to the ryhtm ringing
in those ears,
lets do something other than fiddle
with our ego gear.
I can hear, you telling me not to fear,
but how am i suppose to fit in this world surreal,
Unreal, in every level unideal, I
cannot phatom this clot,
Put a stoop on the rot,
unclog a clogged up plot,
sit on the chppoed of rooftop
and look at the sign stop,
behind him we await for an icre cream
drop, as we struggle to live unnnoticed
for so long.
But on that again lets put a virtuous stop.
and enjoy this pop rock uncroppe as we
were promised, just from the start.