One of static, one of echoes, one of booms, one of silence
One of others step up to the crowd as fatigue bears its fangs upon all
One day it will paint itself over, it might mute the surrounding chatter
One word for whoever however might be enough to chip off the rust and sediments
One must stick with it, the sound that shakes on
Pan pass the truth: Bleeding ears will not cut the noise
Pity parties thicken thorns: Slit hairs and closer pains deserve no Self-destruction
Power play these theaters: No one has to feel like a recording
Prions prying? Teethe teeth: Luck is more than odds, make it so
Perceive perspective to transform: Turn tracks to transpire the tension to the today
Everybody`s people, with feelings full of goals that only ask to be heard in respect
Everyone wants peace, a moment in the day to enjoy nature and the fictional
Every now and again the sky clouds up, mist thickens and forms fog, fog becomes smog
Ever had it happen in a place too close to home?
Eve is more than a name in some stories...
Now, know that the beats follow the pulse of the open minded
Next, keel with the face of hope to harbor respect among the speakers
Naturally, knuckle down and away from the idea that the sirens are lights saying, ''End selves''
Not enough time? Please, kite time for rest, manage it to balance the hour, then live in the known
No need to vibrate and break in; Just, don`t lose another head to the monotony