Stone eyed man
At a distance
Selling us the things
We so need
Boring life
Existential
Sensing all that's high
And incomplete
Won't you buy
One more time
Now, this party's started
This God-awful finite
Cons are seething fumes
My, poor earthlings startled
Can't escape this flight
Found my way, come through
Suited pigheaded,
Peddler
Won't stop lying
Sell us
Powdered bits of
Manipulations
So,
Now, this party's started
This God-awful finite
Cons are seething fumes
My, poor earthlings startled
Can't escape this flight
Found my way, come through
They don't know what I know
They don't care what you say
They don't know what I know
They don't care what you say
They don't know what I know
What I say
How I feel
You don't know what they sell
What they take
Hands they shake
I don't know why you buy
Broken lies
Hundred times
They don't say what we said
What we felt
You don't know x2
So,
Now, the party's started
This God-awful finite
Cons are seething fumes
My, poor earthlings startled
Can't escape this flight
Found my way, come through
This party's started
This party's started
This God-awful finite
credits
from Radio Silence,
released August 14, 2022
Ahsan Khan
Naufal Alavi