Hey, it's been awhile since I've posted some writing. I wrote this today as sort of an exercise, but it ended up coming out halfway decent. Keep in mind, I write lyrics to folk songs (think Wilco or Woddy Guthrie style) so they might be a little different (less angsty?) than some other stuff, so you might not like it as much. Either way, I expect full honesty from all y'all. Feedback me! Quiet You There's a continent of men All dressed in several different rows With different verses, different prose That someday all amounts to dust And in our heads we are all casualties Of over-thought and what means naught Obsessive or compulsive Or both But there's still a dense fear in my gut It stands for every one of us We're all just people in places To the leaders with the papers And if that stands in our way If we're too locked in tune to change I'll plunge head-first into Solitary notes I ask no questions I make no exceptions I've got no drive to learn your lines I'm discomposed enough by mine There's a time and place for words If you can stomach what you've heard Please make no effort to be civil It's an ever-opened door We'll fracture reason and the truth It makes no difference what you do When we're all backwards, thick-headed Or both Please ask no questions And make no exceptions It's all a farce until you see them Show the fascists you're for freedom They'll draw up charts and write up graphs And load your guns with love from strangers All so helpful, all so ready All their eyes are getting heavy They'll read the scripts and follow maps And cross your foreheads up with ash All so rhythmic, all so steady Still my head it gets so heavy