Censor The Wind
Censor the wind it is carrying dangerous messages pave the land we walk on there are germs where we stand I will lay down and press my ear down to the ground pick up the signal that's been lost Broadcast some white noise keep all frequencies out of range keep up this constant chaos maybe we'll all be deceived I will lay down and press my ear down to the ground pick up the signal that's been lost Help me lift this hammer so that we can smash this T.V. screen someone lend me a lighter so we can burn this magazine Tie up my hands there are too many locks to pick cut off my fingers So I can't turn the winning trick I will lay down and press my ear down to the ground pick up the signal that's been lost I can leave the light on but you'll have to climb the stairs open up this package when you get there Censor the wind it is carrying dangerous messages stick both your fingers in your ears
Posted Tuesday, July 29th 2003
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