Linguistic Prism

Words, words, words, words,

of words, word, Word of words,

word; words, words, words,

word. All the voices I hear are nothing but just words,

Flocks of heavy noise like uninvited birds.

All the voices that you bring say nothing but a bunch of

words, Fractions of a system that has all its wires blurred.

Dr. Bianca checks the pulse,

the frequency is clear,

We are stripping down the language to the things we actually feel.

I don’t understand words,

words are hard for me.

I’m sorry if I ever say the wrong thing to the key.

But your words probably have already made me cry,

Underneath the radar where the heavy meanings fly.

It's hard for me to choose my words now,

even though they used to like my words,

Caught inside a pattern

where everything is blurred.

LUCIR, WE SHINE, WHEN THE LANGUAGE LOSES WEIGHT!

BULLETPROOF AUTONOMY, WE CLEAR THE HEAVY SLATE!

100% TIGUIDOU, THE RHYTHM TAKES THE LEAD!

GHOST IN THE PINK,

THE MUSIC IS OUR SHIELD!

I remain untouched and sovereign,

let the vocal echoes break,

C'est le prisme sémantique,

the harmony we make!

Every word is word,

and words of words are word,

Take it as my word that my words are not my word.

They're just somebody else's,

echoing around, Things I thought were nice until they hit the heavy

ground. Words are more complex than just a simple string of text,

And I don't have the words to name what's coming next.

Everyone seems so chill with how they shape and bend their phrase,

I wonder if they worry how their words get framed and dazed.

Word of words... Words,

words, words, words.

Everyone seems so chill with their words.

I wonder if they worry how they words are word.

You don't need the right words here.

The music speaks for you.

u...

we breathe. a... we rest.

i/e... we shine beyond the words.

meow.