TwoWitnesses
Mayor
We each have a voice, a new song to be sung
Not always harsh noise, or in some foreign tongue
Yet some feel entitled to sing more than the rest
Makes us feel bridled 'cause they're so obsessed
They drown out the others to hear their own sound
If they had their druthers, ours wouldn't be found
They don't want to listen, they just want to be heard
They create a division, their selfishness absurd
They won't read this and thus won't get the meaning
Continuing to dismiss that they are really intervening
So I'll listen to the songs and sing from time to time
The ones who belong will still add a harmonic rhyme
And those with selfish songs still will drown us out
And add to the cursed rain, that we can do without
We'll close the umbrella when they no more bear fruit
For their bellowing acapella will soon change to mute
For the love of truth...
Not always harsh noise, or in some foreign tongue
Yet some feel entitled to sing more than the rest
Makes us feel bridled 'cause they're so obsessed
They drown out the others to hear their own sound
If they had their druthers, ours wouldn't be found
They don't want to listen, they just want to be heard
They create a division, their selfishness absurd
They won't read this and thus won't get the meaning
Continuing to dismiss that they are really intervening
So I'll listen to the songs and sing from time to time
The ones who belong will still add a harmonic rhyme
And those with selfish songs still will drown us out
And add to the cursed rain, that we can do without
We'll close the umbrella when they no more bear fruit
For their bellowing acapella will soon change to mute
For the love of truth...