"I want to be let into someone's secret world,see who they really are in their most private moments. Almost like stepping into a morgue and pulling the white sheets off the bodies. Everything is exposed, in its darkness and ugliness. We can't help but witness the beauty of things that are naked and existent." The weather report keeps on Tossing and turning, Predicting and warning, And warning and warning of, Possibly it could be news publications and, Possibly it could be news TV stations. That Very same morning right next to her coffee She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and National Geographic was being too graphic, When all she had wanted to know was the traffic "The worlds got a nosebleed" it said "And we're flooding but we keep on cutting The trees and the forests!" And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV, Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder. And no one's the killer and no one's the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds. The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds.