The consistently loud noise that the world makes
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constantly drowns me out
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If it wasn’t for this noise
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you might have heard my voice
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trying to boil water by yelling at it
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It’s me that does the boiling
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I heat up quicker than the flame
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That’s not turned on under the water
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Don’t need your attention but it’d be nice to have
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You do not need my noise but it would be quite the asset
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Your open ears will be our shelter from the open air...
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I sing to find the JUSTice to bring a WANTed criminal TO trial
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I BElieve I HEARD him mass-producing predecessors’ styles
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Bounty hunting, I had to ground myself to see I’m not ABOVE denial
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And turn my weapon on myself ‘cause THE NOISE defile is I
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The undeserving steal halos from heroes while they sleep
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To fight back
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The heroes slice away their eyelids
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And fall into deep alertedness
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Amazing these steps taken
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To keep a neon sign of your importance
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Screaming at all different speeds and they never
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meet the ears that they’re aimed at
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“The Hum” is playing defense deflecting all my attempts
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(I can’t find a hole in this wall)
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The sound that gets reflected resonates on IMPACT
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and catches a few passing ears... and that’s victory enough
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In this fight, for volume
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Hearing yourself in a crowded room...volume
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So many of us trying to make noise where it already is
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We need to make holes in it
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In a dream all the things that deserve it would get the proper respect
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not get bludgeoned to death by useless information
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Great things get lost in the fight to be heard but stronger ones spring up
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from the ashes ready to breed in the airwaves
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Volume
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| Gruvis Malt |
