The Sound of Static

This static state of which you speak

That blinds and binds all of our minds

Confounds the bounds of what we seek

Confused concepts of different kinds

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They mix and merge, then comes the urge

To shut right down before you drown

Chasing control, then comes the purge

To dig the whole way out of town

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Then memory is lost to time

This clock of mine is wrought of rhyme

I may not yet be in my prime

But every goddamn day I climb

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And then you ask, why don't you learn?

As if your patience I must earn

And not just that, but wait my turn?

And if I don't? You'll watch me burn.