Aggression de Grüvis Malt

It's about time
for these senses of mine to breakdown
and settle themselves into a sleep
shut up and start up
the way back
has open mouths and open eyelids
for us to try and avoid
with stress snake bites and stomach aches
we need to vegetate and contemplate
a deep breathe
get no satisfaction on this frustrating journey
please silence
come chew my ear off
lady luck's lost in the land of chatterboxes
stuck with toxic conversation
waiting patiently for peace
and boiling over
it's about time
for these senses of mine
to breakdown
A quiet moment
covered up with eyelids
melt into the cracks
of everything that's moving
and please stop talking
Aggression then silence
exhaust to exhaustion
escape is temporary
running circles in a traffic jam
to shut down