Since words first fell
Into the void
White noise has swelled in
Over seven thousand tongues
It peaks and rolls
In never ending waves
Ordering you to come down here
And get fleshed out, manned up
Behind some cause
Mary Featherstone
Since words first fell
Into the void
White noise has swelled in
Over seven thousand tongues
It peaks and rolls
In never ending waves
Ordering you to come down here
And get fleshed out, manned up
Behind some cause