Shut It Down

Words flying wild, lips running marathons,

Noise pollution thicker than the smog in Babylon.

Chatterbox engines revving, no brakes on the sound,

Tires screeching, wisdom drowned.

Talk so cheap it’s two-for-one deals,

Opinions mass-produced, counterfeit feels.

Echo chamber hallways, bouncing back static,

Volume up, but the truth? Dramatic.

Shut the—shut the—shut the FUCK up!

Tongues on fire, man, enough is enough!

Static in the system, let the silence erupt,

Shut the—shut the—shut the FUCK up!

Louder than a horn in a traffic-jammed hell,

Spit so much venom, could poison a well.

Words like darts, but the aim's all tragic,

Casting cheap spells, but you ain’t no magic.

Turn the knob down, let the air breathe free,

You’re drowning out the song of the century.

Verbal diarrhea clogging up the vibe,

Your voice ain’t the only one alive.

White noise soldiers, marching to the beat,

Filling up the void with their own defeat.

Silence golden, but they peddle tin,

Sometimes the loudest are the ones who thin.