Resource: Recourse - The Color Morale

If you leave then we won’t play

For the walls will wash away the few

We’ll stand displayed

Far past the expiration date

For the stage we stand upon is so vaguely fake

So why are we here?

For the sake of the sound

When the sound is falling upon deaf ears (upon deaf ears)

So why are we here?

Your faces are forward

Focused on what you call frames

So we’ll offer up the canvas to be left and unobtained

And if no one hears the sound, is it there from the start?