Connections - Johnny Booth

We’re nothing more then a bombardment of

Publications applauding, the merchant smirking

A familiar wretched sense of your butchered self hovers closer

Consumer’s high pitch

Screaming turned into

Nothing more than sheer shrieking

I propose a reverse, a change in Ideals

I propose a reverse for better forms of connection

Bring me the weak, the rise of us all lies within the bottom of society

Protect the level head

Peel backs the reason

Consume certainty

Quit holding difference, and wanting us to submit our hollow limbs

This is the albatross hanging 'round our neck

And I won’t let all you cowards forget about the end

Wishing

When will madness prevail?

Begging for the asylum

Burning for the anthem

Begging for the asylum now

The struggle must go on hostile children

Struggle must go on, spreading all the revelations

We’re not convicts, don’t take responsibility for things we’ve said and done

We’re not convicts, the reflections are the guilty ones, the guilty ones

Slow waves of sound, I know what creatures lie inside I know what lies

Damaged anarchist, I know what creatures lie inside I know what lies

Take our flat-headed monster

Stones clogged my throat

Forceful self-portraits burn the hands off god

Don’t breath, time will claim us all

Dark waves, of our expression

Visions don’t receive natural deaths

Visionaries will die young

Visionaries, with clenched fists and open arms

Envious hearts are hunted we’re all visionaries