it' just the unformed buzz of five different conversations filtered through the rumbling of the bass, but it seems so much louder than anything i've heard before. it just won't fo away and it's all i can hear, though your lips are moving, shapes that should be familiar, your eyes burning with quiet rage as you struggle to keep your voice under control.
no matter, i can't hear you, it won't matter how loud it gets.
i just see it over and over and over again, the hissing the only soundtrack.
Aucun commentaire:
Enregistrer un commentaire