The static comes in slow
You can feel it grow
Our stream of conscience flows
Under the streets below
The rivers made of sound
Still running underground
Runs like a silent flood
We run as thick as blood
Can you hear it rise
Up from the ground?
Can't drown it out
Can you hear it now?
voice
there
streets
thick
still
static
skies
silent
right
perkins
rivers
nation
collision
comes
haunted
blood
mouths
breaking
flows
underground
stream
above
beneath
alive
sound
bound
below
under
conscience
broken
fight
running
heartbeat
louder
desperation
discontented
flood
drown
final
ground
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