frequencies are clashing in my head, some things are better off unsaid. sounds with clear intensions in unclear keys failing to merge, while fighting on their knees. panning's useless, fading out won't work that fine. this room's too intense, too romantic, too small to leave space for space sometimes.
a nightbus, crossing nightlife north to south - tonight it barely carries your big mouth a city the size of a birdcage losing touch. a bird called freedom of speech, freed by alcohol and such. while these frequencies are still clashing in my head. most things are still better off unsaid. fading out still just wouldn't work out fine. this room's too intense, too fucked up, too small for our crazy narrow minds.
how i wish it was me right now to crack a joke and relax, but i just can't deny the need, to break both your arms and legs. tonight i'll spread anger and fear, hatred and doom. hell will break loose even though you agreed to let me crash on the couch in your room.