a hierarchy
spread out on the nightstand
the spirit of team
salvation is another chance
a sore loser
yelling with my mouth shut
a cracking portrait
the fondling of trophies
the null of losing
can you afford that luxury?
a sore winner
but i´ll just keep my mouth shut
it shouldn´t bother me
but it does
the small victories
the cankers and medallions
they keep me thinking
that someday
i might beat you
but i´ll just keep my mouth shut
the little nothings
it shouldn´t bother me
but it does
if i speak at one constant volume at one constant pitch at one constant rhythm right into your ear, you still wont hear
you still won´t hear
you still won´t hear
you still won´t hear
you still won´t hear
you still won´t hear
you still won´t hear