Experience teaches us that silence terrifies people the most.
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.
Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.
It's not dark yet But it's getting there
I can picture the color of the song, or the shape of it, or who it is that I'm trying to appeal to, in the song, and what I'm trying to, almost, reinforce my feelings for. And I know that sounds sort of vague and abstract, but I've got a handle on it when I'm doing it.
Draft beer, not people.