Gossips gossips, on the line— talking trash all the time. Stories twisted, twisting time— relief in peace will be mine.
When someone does something against the rules, breaking chains, cutting cords— tongues flap and flip right out the door.
Family tree branches busting out, calling each other out— but not in the right way. Strangling and tangling, trying to get me finagling— but that time's long passed.
Ears hearing anything they want and nothing they don't— doesn't mean right, it only means won't.
I won't listen because my ears are already full— I won't see you staring, because my eyes can ignore.
Those rings can keep blaring day, night, endless— and in your doubt I found my awareness.
Peace isn't something outside your control— it's the calm you make inside your own soul.
