consequence of sounds

My rhyme aint good just yet

My brain and tongue just met, 

And they ain't friends, so far, 
My words don't travel far, 
They tangle in my hair, 
And tend to go nowhere, 
They grow right back inside, 
Right past my brain and eyes 
Into my stomach juice 
Where they don't serve much use, 
No healthy calories, 
Nutrition values. 
And I absorb back in 
The words right through my skin 
They sit there festering inside my bowels 
The consonants and vowels 
The consequence of sounds 
The consonants and vowels 
The consequence of sounds 
Got a soundtrack in my mind, 
All the time. Kids- 
Screamin' from too much beat up 
And they don't even rhyme, 
They just stand there, on a street corner, 
Skin tucked in 
And meat side out and shot, 
And I'd like to turn them down 
But there ain't no knob. 
Run into picket fences 
Not into picket lines. 
All this hippie-shit for the 60's 
And another cliche for our time. But, 
But a one of these days your heart 
Will just stop ticking, 
And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking. 
The consonants and vowels 
The consequence of sounds 
The consonants and vowels 
The consequence of sounds 
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah 
Did you know that the gravedigger's still 
Gettin' stuck in the machine 
Even though it's a whole other daydream. 
It's another town it's another world, 
Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid 
And the lawns are mowed. 
Whad'ya think? 
All the gravediggers were gone? 
Just cause one song is done 
There's always another one, 
Waiting right around the bend, 
Till this one ends, 
Then it begins sqeaky clean, 
Then it starts all over again. 
The weather report keeps on 
Tossing and turning, 
Predicting and warning, 
And warning and warning of, 
Possibly it could be news publications and, 
Possibly it could be news TV stations. That 
Very same morning right next to her coffee 
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and 
National Geographic was being too graphic, 
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic 
The worlds got a nosebleed it said 
And were flooding but we keep on cutting 
The trees and the forests! 
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV, 
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. 
And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers 
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder. 
And no ones the killer and no ones the martyr 
The world that has made us can no longer contain us 
And prophets are silent then rotting away 'cause 
The consonants and vowels 
The consequence of sounds. 
The consonants and vowels 
The consequence of sounds. 
Ah ah ah 
My rhyme ain't good just yet, 
My brain and tongue just met, 
And they aint friends, so far, 
My words don't travel far, 
They tangle in my hair, 
And tend to go nowhere, 
They grow right back inside, 
Right past my brain and eyes 
Into my stomach juice 
Where they don't serve much use, 
No healthy calories, 
Nutrition values. 
And I absorb back in 
The words right through my skin 
They sit there festering inside my bowels 
The consonants and vowels 
The consequence of sounds 
The consonants and vowels 
The consequence of sounds