Staple Nation

You unplugged this information

When you put pen to paper

You wrote it ten times to amend it later

Before it became the wall



Then you started to scream

And the world was in a mess

You made your peace

Reflected in the stillness



You let loose at the publishing house

With your back catalogue of spells

You swore ten times that there was nothing wrong

And that all was well



Then you started to scream

And the world was in a mess

You made your peace

Reflected in the stillness



Then you started to scream

And the world was in a mess

You made your peace

Reflected in the stillness



Then you started to scream

And the world was in a mess

You made your peace

Reflected in the stillness