Lyrics Consequence Of Sounds

My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels

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The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

Got a soundtrack in my mind
All the time
Kids screaming from too much beat-up
And they don't even rhyme
They just stand there on the street corner
Skin tucked in and meat side out
And shot and I'd like to turn them down
But there ain't no knob
Run into picket fences not into picket lines
All this hippy shit's for the 60s
Another cliché in our time
But what if one of these days
Your heart will just stop ticking
And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking

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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh ahh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
Oh don don da da don da don
Don don da da don da don

Did you know that the gravedigger's still getting stuck in the machine
Even though it's a whole other daydream?
It's another town, it's another world
Where the kid's asleep and the loans are paid and the lawns are mowed
What d'ya think
All the gravediggers were gone just cos one song is done?
There's always another one
Waiting right around the bend till this one ends
Then it begins, squeaky clean
And it starts all over again

The weather report keeps on tossing and turning
Predicting and warning
And warning and warning of
Possible leakage from news publications
And possible leakage from news TV stations
That very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
The National Geographic was being too graphic
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
"The world's got a nosebleed," it said
"And we're flooding, but we keep on cutting the trees in the forests"
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV
Who claim they will save us
But want to enslave us
And sweating like demons
They scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on cos silence is harder
And no one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
And prophets are silent then rotting away, cos...

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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh ahh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
Oh don don da da don da don don
Don don da da don da don don

My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just yet
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels

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