Lullaby - Lagwagon

Waging war on the arms race of sound

Turn it down

Pull the plug

Imminent surrender

Ringing in the new Dark Age

Shut down the noise-aholics

Put down the quiet-ophobics

In a daydream of peace

In a calmness too brief

My lullaby is killing

My lullaby be stilling

It could be such sweet silence

From static from violence from…

Volume is the modern currency

Everyone competing for air space

Everybody’s dumb

Shouting muddled words as though they’re deaf

Big brother isn’t watching anymore

He knows we are distracted and absorbed

Broadcasting our grief

Our imagination’s atrophied

We can’t think

If I could sing them all to sleep

If I could sing myself deaf

Wouldn’t it be lovely?

Doesn’t it sound perfect?

Every generation hates the next

I will save the millions from a slow insufferable death

I’ll put them to sleep

Save them from progressive misery

I’m counting

If I could sing myself to sleep

If I could sing myself deaf

Wouldn’t it be lovely?

Doesn’t it sound perfect?

My lullaby is killing

My lullaby be stilling

Memorized

Involuntary

I think I can change the world