1,000 Whispers

Illogic

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    1,000 Whispers
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    If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures

    If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures
    To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers
    To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter
    Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters
    And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw
    When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls
    If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex
    But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex
    Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden
    Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon
    That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension?
    Every step shows you're a worthless henchman itching to meet your maker
    I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper
    Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor
    If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
    Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection
    Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints where
    Prints left, taint every breath
    Inhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface
    Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs
    To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs
    What a dilemma to hold hands with
    Sanity's a steep cliff of gift
    And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped
    Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas
    Hooker left that envy to drown in greed
    Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde
    I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died
    I've tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy
    But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny
    No more - dodging shooting stars
    No more - lashing of asteroid belts
    No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth
    If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock
    Then the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershock
    The bow breaks at the vinyl spots
    The cradle of all this crime rate drops
    I've timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest
    Well that would depend on the trajectory
    And the way the projector projected me
    I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy
    Is it time for lift off?
    I think go-go gadget propellers are prepared
    Is it time for lift off?
    The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week
    I think it's time for lift off
    The structural integrity seems to be holding
    But three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleep
    So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing?
    Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting?
    Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume
    I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves
    I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else
    So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves
    My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff
    As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft
    Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass
    To dampen the impression of expression anything has
    Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has?
    Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks?
    I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass
    But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass
    You strain cash
    Well I take the root of evil, make tea
    Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it
    There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands
    The steam scolding my hand
    The mug shattered and I wasted it
    Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures
    On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses

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    [x3]
    If a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures
    If a scream is worth a thousand dreams I dreamed a thousand whispers

    I'll scream a thousand whispers ..

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