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The Books R Crumblin'


Life-changing ideas are wasting away The revolution of the mind is dying And stillness, It’s silent in here Ignorance is upon us Stupidity has become us Great minds slowly deteriorating Close your eyes and search you imagination But distractions invade and violate our innocence While our books collect dust…waiting to be re-opened and touched Chaos and vomit of visual lies tearing our minds But I choose to live here now A declaration of freedom in stale isolation Wondering through a quiet forest of knowledge and secrets. A collision of truth and absolute brilliance This is where I cultivate my genius But it’s silent in here And the revolution of the mind is dying So jump off the bandwagon! Turn down the noise! And go tell the world… Our Books Are Crumbling!
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