Everything Could Change

Can I kill the lights and shut off the energy?
 'Cause the world is my windmill
 It's my enemy
 Can I kill the voice that babbles me to sleep
 Warning me that this process never ends?
 I'll be talking when I am dead and soil
 And the sound will remain when I carbonize to oil
 It's the ecstasy of flying
 Miles above the hungry war
 It's the fear of concentration
 Pulling me away once more
 It's the reason that I'm lying to you
 Why I can't sit still
 It's the vaguest implication
 Joining this world to my will
 And I don't think I can make this stop
 Though everything could change in the world up top
 Behind my skin blares a spoken song
 Though everything could change, it will echo on and on
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 I'm a radio tuned to white noise in between
 What was hissing in the foreground is now a backdrop screen
 And should a river emerge of this cloudy stream
 Would it trickle a message that I trust?
 Can I know that a soothing word's not just
 The beginning of more grey noise to fill the dream?
 There's uncertainty in every face
 I think I've seen before
 There's an endless second guessing
 What's behind my bedroom door?
 There's no doubt that every blade of grass
 Feels urgency to speak
 There is writing on the wall
 In braille through foothills of concrete
 And I don't think I can make this stop
 Though everything could change in the world up top
 Behind my skin blares a spoken song
 Though everything could change, it will echo on and on
 I'm no hallucination
 Watch out, your vision lies
 For every Coelacanth reborn
 Nine hundred oceans die
 I know the truth is waiting
 Somewhere behind the eyes
 Narrates beyond the story's end
 Books locked from the inside
 And I don't think I can make this stop
 Though everything could change in the world up top
 Behind my skin blares a spoken song
 Though everything could change, it will echo on and on
 And I don't think I can make this stop
 Though everything could change in the world up top
 Behind my skin blares a spoken song
 Though everything could change, it will echo on and on
 I don't think I can make this stop
 Though everything could change in the world up top
 Behind my skin blares a spoken song
 Though everything could change, it will echo on and on
 I don't think I can make this stop
 Though everything could change in the world up top
 Behind my skin blares a spoken song
 Though everything could change, it will echo on and on (forever)