Static Sound

Eternal static sound

Pure silence

Never found

In a buzzing city

Nothing is sound

 

End technology

And electricity

End the infinity

Exodize the city

 

Vines bridge metropolises

Hanging from radio towers

Which once fed the minds

We  bit the hand that fed

And liked the taste

 

Thought is clear

Sanity sought

People burn their TVs

Hoping to be free

We hear no sound

The grass

Is brown