Time for a little premonition
Of the devastation
That's hitting our nations
With the need for domination
Soon there'll be the revelation
Followed by a desperation
For all of us in equivocation
Then lost to the federation
In survival, we forget consideration
And well deserved compensation
Ignored by tuning into another station
Stealing us with our fixation
Amidst the noise
We lose ourselves
Fuck it all
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.