Noise Poem by Not A Dream Choice

Every good lyric blown away by the wind...
Every speech digs down in the ground...

All these diamonds I would say...
All these high tunes fading away...

Making a surgery inside the skeleton...
Sailing away with the reward from Styrofoam...

Names searching on the internet
Chemistry waiting for the treat
If you’re waiting for the orb
Will you it realise

That it makes no sense if you’re with or without

Every melody stolen and gone
Every note with a shot in its head

And then the people screamed
We got to change something
We got to release the noise
Into the Cathedrals of sound