Guns

There's a champaign glass resting on a window sill half-filled with foamy beer spilling over the sides; it's vibrating with the bass and the room is alive!

These kids got guns in their eyes. These kids got guns in their eyes. Man, I can't hear a word that you're saying, all the legs were sure shaking and now the band on stage is trying to stop a war.

I've never said so much with my mouth sealed shut in silence.
Better than a lie.
I've never seen so clear or been so sincere.
I swear that I can't tell the truth this time.

Eyes across the room and I notice the vile color of the poorly-chosen ceiling tiles. "Half-price bargains breed half-priced love" and our youth are in a vacuum, yes they're all stuck in the day to day so who's to blame? Blame someone.

I've never said so much with my mouth sealed shut in silence.
Better than a lie.
I've never seen so clear or been so sincere.
I swear that I can't tell the truth this time.

If you've got nothing to say, say nothing. Write nothing.