Why do we lie through our teeth
Just to scream bloody murder
And it's all that people hear
Or want to, they're quick learners
Why is it every day's a struggle
Just to turn a new leaf
And when it looks like there'll be trouble
Your friends can't be found for a week
True to nature, it's survival of the fittest
But better yet, those who survive hate the consequences
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.