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the thunder
Within the walls
I’m In this room all alone
With no sound at all
But the silence
It seems so loud
It seems so loud
The skies can fade
Again

breathing
And your career choice was techno
Cause mixing is easy
Like these girls
They claim they ain’t sleezy
Ha
And all these MCs sound alike
Like

takes me higher
You got me feelin' so
Lost and found
Safe and sound
Up and down
I'm so afraid of how
This might all turn out
My body's frozen but my soul

If you've ever been let down
Ever tasted freedom town
If you've ever had demons around
You'll remember the beat of this sound

When the rain stars

Follower never be
Settin' trends thats me
All about giving back
Hunnid million staying black
Bring the wall street back
I might start up that
Always lead

They talk of walls, but can’t build a picket
I reserved a seat, but didn’t use my ticket
I got another new trend, can you dig it?
Who says the fun

faded
You say that you got problems but it's always the same shit
And I can't change it
I don't know why I try
I shoulda read the writing on the wall

and drive into the wall

We go walking in the woods
Driving all around these neighborhoods
Streets that I don't know, I don't know how I do not know 
I

as their new leaves sing a sound

And when it rains the buskers still play they songs for me
Then the bookshops where i'll be 
Watching as the sun rolls down

the collapsing wall
It can't help but fall so I bite my tongue
I watch the sinews of the old world start to come undone

Who are you really?
Who are you?

above these four walls
I watch as the sky falls into night
Alone with my mind and I fly
Away with myself from the light
Sounds of birds singing bedtime

sleep so I don’t want somebody else
Yeah I like to reference albums only you I would know
Yeah I like to hear the sound so why you trynna keep it low
Yeah

You should gimme’ glory for holes that I poked
Sick in the head boy, my mind on go
Legs strong enough to kick down a wall I’m Tong po
California my lung

Yeah you know whats going down
When you see me come around
If you with it make a sound
Better holla if you
Rollin' through your city on the low
Ten

juice that's bad for your heart
Long term bids, and your life is on pause, cant claw out the walls, shits falling apart
Their art of the ankle monitor

her name in the sand
She put her hair in a bun and her face in the sun
And she soaked up every sound
She looked up to the sky as the clouds sailed by

want to stay here and then die
i still
Still feel it inside
Can we touch the other side?
Just behind 
Just behind 
Hours laying down
She sounds that

both still young
And right now
All I have to offer is a nice sound
With a bit of chambray
And this town
Has been caught up in its strangers
But I don't

climbing up the wall
I will not fall
Grab onto the vine
Just do this one more time
Days are passing by
And yet I do not sigh
Yeah I don't sight don't sigh

Odd to see
So strange to feel
The black shadow floated through the living room wall just talked to me
Although it's light
It's not safe
Light can't

the mic 

Back pack 
Back pack 
Back pack 
Back pack 

How do I move along 
Through these silent walls 
How do I keep my heart 
When the time has froze 
How

The sound of thunder makes you start to wonder
What it’s all about
Why you’re even alive why you need to survive
Why not the quick road out
Standing

That night at the concert
They were all so impressed
At the sounds and the feelings
And the passion of the band
But the smoke and the mirrors
Were

That’s the sound of your mind being blown
All over the wall
BSH!
Just like that
BSH!