Untitled from White Noise by Apparitionist
this is a song with no words
but no one can hear the missing
they just look at my mouth
and look at my mouth and say
hey man, i know where you're coming from (yeah.. bullshit!)
furniture has no say in life
it was made to be used by people
how many times have you felt like a bookcase
sitting in a living room gathering dust
full of thoughts already written? (how 'bout now?)
this is a song with no words
no one can hear the missing
you can see my mouth and see that it's moving
i think you already know where i'm coming from
right here
take a guess
Tracklist
| 5. | Untitled | 4:53 |
Lyrics
words are words mysticism is fun my words of wisdom just mindless adlibs i don't have a chorus metaphors might work screams are screams uninspired filler it is there's a reason for that skip this song no one liked me meaningless my life is a sea with no fish brutal honesty is better nothing to scream unimportant artificial emotion shouts are shouts propaganda song punk is dead false euphoria rip off emotion is more condemnation show us your anger check fugazi unintelligible i'm here out of necessity are worthless to you my verses are cryptic i'm a real songwriter nothing to say these words are desolate my parents didn't care my experiences matter i went into seclusion conversion words are pointless accusation don't make me scared god isn't real written i am blank you are stolen lines philosophy you are a riddle with no maze my rhyming is perfect the words aren't printed this song means nothing
Credits
License
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"If we are unable to unify the past, present, and future of the sentence, then we are similarly unable to unify the past, present, and future of our own biographical experience of life. By molding the past into visual mirages or stereotypes, we effectively abolish any practical sense of the future and of the collective project, thereby leaving the thinking of future change to sheer cataclysm."