When They Roam

When They Roam - Stephen Egerton/Joey Cape

Hello I can't quite hear you

Airing all your personals to all ears

Think you're stranger for divulging your privates

For everyone to hear

There's nothing sacred no discretion

No secret unknown

And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so alone

And it's a punisher's weekend

On the horrific planet that they roam

Resounding zombies lacking any threshold

Yeah it's a chorus of tweakers

In a world sans interval or tone

Sewn together but they're always alone

They roam

There's always some transmission sounding in your head

Recharging your diminished ambitions archive the stress

Calenders and sound reminders forget to forget

You only had a couple hours of sleep but somehow you overslept

But it's a champion's weekend

In the apocalypse they all compete

Sheepish clones eat the creative meek

Yeah it's a chorus of speakers

In a world without originals

You cannot hear the individuals

When they roam

Cause nothing's safe there's no discretion

No secrets unheard

And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so unheard

Yeah it's a punisher's weekend

On the horrific planet that they roam

Resounding zombies lacking any threshold

Yeah it's a chorus of tweakers

In a world without originals

You cannot hear the individuals

When they roam