Killing Time

Wait, hear the sound of a single heartbeat.
Paint a picture with your eyes on the front of your mind.
What do you see within the folds of reality?
Nothingness, effervescent fumes rolling off the end of this pipe?
This crack pipe... of life.

We suck, until the smoke fills our lungs, puff, release, repeat
What are doing filling our meaningless lives with the shit of our society.
We call it a full life, travel work play learn.
What can I do to change myself when no one wants to hear...

This sacred sound of passion in the silence.
Hidden in between the thoughts of a drunken stupor
and the lucid dreaming of a child.
What can I do to change how people perceive the "dregs" of society,
need I repeat, the shit we fill our lungs.

You the unspeaking masses don't listen, wont even.
Will not raise your hands and be counted,
You will not dare be judged buy those you think you hold dear?
You will not dare raise your opinion of the shit storm we live in...

Why do you dare call me an outsider,
When I'm the one who dares listen,
Ear to the ground waiting for that heartbeat...

Smoke the pipe for all I care,
Its not like that you are going to listen to the voice of reason,
even if I scream, fuck you.