Monday, 14 September 2009

"Laugh Out Loud"

The words that they’ve took
And given them short cuts
They don’t belong in the books
They belong to the crooks
A defiant hatred
A fat zero
This isn’t genuine
Just a fear of

The words that they’ve cracked
Direptitiously attacked
Across liquid crystal screens
They belong in their genes
A fucking hurdle
I’m speachless
This isn’t genuine
Just a fear of life’s symbols

Laugh out loud there’s no dynamic
Laugh out loud there’s no dynamic
Laugh out loud that’s the trouble
Riled at your phonetics

The words that they’ve stole
And ripped out their soul
Disregarded for a phone
They belong to the clones
Another murder
I’ve witnessed
This isn’t genuine
Just a fear of life’s symbols

Laugh out loud there’s no dynamic
Laugh out loud there’s no dynamic
Laugh out loud that’s the trouble
Riled at your phonetics

Laugh out loud there’s no dynamic
Laugh out loud there’s no dynamic
Laugh out loud that’s the trouble
Riled at your phonetics

David Laley September 2009

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