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