Words land like an albatross
Tumbling to the ground
When you come around
You spew your nonsense
Creating a vacuum
Sucking meaning from the room
While we all struggle to breathe
I must be honest
I don't what you are saying
Most of the time
I must be honest
I don't know why you are talking
Most of the time
Your tortured rhetoric
Could clear an empty hall
And we stand, in a deathly pall
We wait on all of
Your blustery turns of phrase
Wishing we could turn away
You're a train wreck with a voice
I must be honest
I don't what you are saying
Most of the time
I must be honest
I don't know why you are talking
Most of the time
We all should take a moment
To get to know the other
Other point of view
But your arguments, we notice,
Are punctured like a lattice,
So forgive me if I ignore you
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The Fortnighter, track
released 13 February 2010
Matthew did everything.