​The only words worth knowing
Are those which coming flowing
From women with blind ears
The color of which has faced saturation from the loss of their balance
And no father would ever leave their children behind if the mothers never lost faith in the words of love
So where are we now versus the faces we shed?
Looking over shoulders,
These tires can’t keep kissing the pavement without the air it needs
With an empty tank
We are taking this nowhere soon
Can we sing about masquerades?
Or talk about the volume we hear in the courtroom of crimes we’ve enacted?
What’s the difference if matter never had any mass?