Too much chit chatter.. (x8)
(verse 1)
When every voice mesh together, it's hard to just remember
The storm only comes when you jeopardize the weather
It's too much chit chatter, they say its get better
But when it gets quiet, the mind will always let up
Thinking to rhythm, no man can even measure
Silence is golden, how many keeps the treasure?
Answers stay hidden, and questions try to test us
Below 21, act before you think of failure
But, still I'm committing suicide whenever I think
My windows scared to open up its surprising to blink
Trying survive til the morning, I'm hoping a week
But if I die, who the hell's paying attention to me?
Confused, they say wait.. what is some music in the dark supposed to do?
Thinking of situations that I wish that I could choose, and dream of them forever hoping to never open my eyes, to this crowded house
Too much chit chatter.. (x8)