My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Got a soundtrack in my mind
All the time Kids
Screaming from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme
They just stand there on a street corner
Skin tucked in and meat side out and shot
And I'd like to turn them down
But there ain't no knob
Run into picket fences
Not into picket lines
All this hippie shit for the 60's
And another clich for our time
But a one of these days your heart
Will just stop ticking
And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Did you know that the gravedigger's still
Getting stuck in the machine
Even tough it's a whole other daydream
It's another town it's another world
Where the kids are asleep where the loans are paid
And the lawns are mowed
Whad'ya think all the gravediggers were gone
Just cause one song is done
There's always another one
Waiting right around the bend
Till this one ends
Then it begins
Sqeaky clean then it starts all over again
The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning
Predicting and warning
And warning and warning of
Possibly it could be news publications and
Possibly it could be news TV stations That
Very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding
And heard hollow coughing and
National Geographic was being too graphic
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
The worlds got a nosebleed it said
And we're flooding but we keep on cutting
The trees and the forests
We keep on paying those freaks on the TV
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us
Sweating like demons they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on cause silence is harder
And no one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then rotting away cause
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they aint friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values use
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds