This goes out to crowds of allegiant vehement listeners
This one’s going out to the dreamers and the envisioners
The freedom-seeking prisoners, the rebels and soldiers
The hopeful optimists who see the planets’ pebbles as boulders
This one’s going out to the visionaries
The literary kids at every college who grew up reading the dictionary
Dignitaries, X crews that flow like they were tributaries
X kids that grew up moving homes like they were missionaries
This goes out to hopeless romantics and injured artisans
This goes out to opium addicts and stringent partisans and/in
All of us who’ve been disenchanted and disregarded
By partners, reprimanded, then damaged and been discarded
And handed a shattered vanity mirror to see the scarring
And managed to see humanity clearer than when we started
(This goes out) To mercenaries that we call the quiet ones
X defiant ones, the riot-starting self-reliant ones
The never compliant ones, the fighters and hired guns
Those who vet for their beliefs like they’re zions or pious nuns
Quiet ones hiss in tones like the humming of air
X but listen closely and you might just hear the drumming of snares
Quiet ones, resonating like the cymbals of bells
X but deep inside them, thoughts are leaping like some nimble gazelles
(The) Quiet ones seem as silent as the sun as it soars
X but stare into their souls, and you will learn, they burn at the core
The quiet ones
This is for the quiet ones
They tell us to just project and they tell us it isn’t kosher
They tell us to be direct, and they tell us to visit social
Events and yet they miss when I tell em’ it gives us closure
To linger in life like whispers; I tell em’ to listen closer
Cause beauty in life is silent and passion is likely boundless
Cause thunder is harsh and violent but flashes of light are soundless
X There’s a distant rhythm to the humming of air
Listen closely and you might just hear the drumming of snares
Quiet ones, resonating like the cymbals of bells
But deep inside us, thoughts are leaping like some nimble gazelles
(The) Quiet ones sit in silence as the sun as it soars
But stare into our souls, and you will learn, we burn at the core
(The) Quiet ones sit in silence as the sun as it soars
But stare into our souls, and you will learn, we burn at the core
This one’s going out to the dreamers and the envisioners
The freedom-seeking prisoners, the rebels and soldiers
The hopeful optimists who see the planets’ pebbles as boulders
This one’s going out to the visionaries
The literary kids at every college who grew up reading the dictionary
Dignitaries, X crews that flow like they were tributaries
X kids that grew up moving homes like they were missionaries
This goes out to hopeless romantics and injured artisans
This goes out to opium addicts and stringent partisans and/in
All of us who’ve been disenchanted and disregarded
By partners, reprimanded, then damaged and been discarded
And handed a shattered vanity mirror to see the scarring
And managed to see humanity clearer than when we started
(This goes out) To mercenaries that we call the quiet ones
X defiant ones, the riot-starting self-reliant ones
The never compliant ones, the fighters and hired guns
Those who vet for their beliefs like they’re zions or pious nuns
Quiet ones hiss in tones like the humming of air
X but listen closely and you might just hear the drumming of snares
Quiet ones, resonating like the cymbals of bells
X but deep inside them, thoughts are leaping like some nimble gazelles
(The) Quiet ones seem as silent as the sun as it soars
X but stare into their souls, and you will learn, they burn at the core
The quiet ones
This is for the quiet ones
They tell us to just project and they tell us it isn’t kosher
They tell us to be direct, and they tell us to visit social
Events and yet they miss when I tell em’ it gives us closure
To linger in life like whispers; I tell em’ to listen closer
Cause beauty in life is silent and passion is likely boundless
Cause thunder is harsh and violent but flashes of light are soundless
X There’s a distant rhythm to the humming of air
Listen closely and you might just hear the drumming of snares
Quiet ones, resonating like the cymbals of bells
But deep inside us, thoughts are leaping like some nimble gazelles
(The) Quiet ones sit in silence as the sun as it soars
But stare into our souls, and you will learn, we burn at the core
(The) Quiet ones sit in silence as the sun as it soars
But stare into our souls, and you will learn, we burn at the core
( Samsa )
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