Halfway to the sound and fury
Starting from first past the post
We stick our fingers in our ears and say “La, La, La, I can’t hear you!”
The end is nigh, or the trend is pell-mell, helter skelter
When the tubes begin to eat your brains, note how they are televisions that watch back, not some sort of dangerous aquatic worm
While it were thus, they said they ain’t sayin’, yet while you methodically took him apart and baffled every step, you played a game of matches & turpentine
You try to tell her what to do, and all she does is stare at you.
Her stare is louder than your voice because truth doesn’t make a noise.
No, truth doesn’t make a noise, the truth doesn’t make a noise.