The World Until Yesterday
By: We the Elusive
Genres
Description
Soulful blues. If words themselves had feelings, they'd be mad at what they are often used to convey. This is their side of the story.
Lyrics
Listen little lamb, I implore on you my qualms. You and the company you keep are doing your best to bring me down. While your appearance is idle, You have more power than I do, For you’re in the industry of drama. Sshhh. At a casual glance of this chronicle I hold, The words do nothing more than beg me to ignore them. They’re ashamed they have to sit In this order they were writ. They read, “Please my lord I urge you to destroy me”. And you might wish, Like Oh I chose, To kill the inner cynic ruminating through my thoughts. And you might wish, Just like I chose not to be, Presenting problems with no offer of solutions. Is this me? Do I reflect the world’s unease? Do you really need to be reminded that you’re soon to need your knees? I refuse to be accountable a second more for, Society’s taste for anxietal things. And I demand now that you reconfigure me, In a new voice, with a new theme And a new tone, In a new scene. And you might wish, Like Oh I chose, To kill the inner cynic ruminating through my thoughts. And you might wish, Just like I chose not to be, Presenting problems with no offer of solutions. Sshhh.
