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
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 a street corner
Skin tucked in
And meat side out and shouting
I'd like to turn them down but there ain't no knob
Born into picket fences not into picket lines
All this hippie shit's for the sixties
Only cliche in our times
But what if one of these days
Your heart will just stop ticking
And they sort of just don't find you
Till your cubicle is reeking
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
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 you think
All the gravediggers were gone
Just 'cause 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 forest
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 'cause 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 'cause
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The 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
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

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