Lyrics
the burning words,
the bludgeoning screams,
the killing imageries,
the crying eyes,
saying little more than nothing.
the busy tones are not so busy
after you've heard it one hundred times.
the fire alarm is not so alarming
after it blasted for three straight hours.
all the beautiful melodies,
all the sweet bird chirpings,
and all my experiences.
it is deafening.
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