Sound Observations - Wax Fang

Politicians talk

Ears are falling off

When they open their mouths up

Jugs become cups

The obvious is often amusing

Doesn’t mean anything

Doesn’t mean anything

That golden age is gone

The silver screen is a silicon reproduction

The mathematician dreams of the adding machine

Won’t you overstay your welcome

Places and nowhere to go

Except in circles

And all around the things you see are generally uninteresting

Close your eyes and bite your tongue

And naked is an absolution

Heartbroken lovers kissing in public

The paparazzi pop photographs

Like ants on a carcass they hunt the parking lots of hospitals and cemeteries

And autumn leaves and winter freezes

We’ll be all alone

Our home a castle

For knights we are, of kingdom come

We’re all for one and one for nothing

Take me by my severed hand

I’ll wait for you on this deserted island

Sound observations constitute the union

Heartbroken lovers, kissing in public

Your eyes open wider

You might see me inside of your brain