Noise, waves from a pluck
A tsunami from an eighteen-wheel truck
It's Noise, a sight to see
the subtle implications of tonality
I can make it I can give it form
I can help you find a relative norm
Noise, the falling tree
how every time you hear it, it has to be
just Noise, you gotta listen to see
the transfer of energy, reality.
You take it, you hear and conform
your voice without a mind seems to be the norm
you waste it on some pride-less performance
Its Noise and its nothing more.
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