The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten


While the songs are still here,

there’s no need for fear.

Sometimes it’s good to have an ol’ block;

if a clock’s gonna tick, it may as well tock.

You don’t need wood to build a bar;

you just need a room safely shrouded in the dark.

But I hear the guitar crunches fade,

leaving solo piano keys, ‘tween each a growing space.

But the hollow echoes last a li’l longer,

e’en if they sound warped & blurred.

E’en if every year adds a scratch,

I’ll hold onto that record as long as it lasts.

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