Ads For Analytica

Ads For Analytica
Written By: Jonny Johnson

A million crafty words from dark authors I heard
Who angered and pushed me to the side
I tried to get away and confide in my neighbor
But her words were of a similar might

I quickly trekked home to my safety, my pride
To make a bulletproof world of my own
Where the words could run freely,  unchallenged and wild
Untouched by the reason of another live stone

I burned my cape in the flames and changed my name
And took off in a storm of absurd
How could she possibly have thoughts the same
Of those who're insane and disturbed

Like a bird on a wire she stood back to the fire
Held in place by the weight of her thoughts
A puppet she may be, I couldn't see my strings
That happily pulled me to have her shot

I tossed and I turned all night beneath the sheets
Painted by the silent Fourth War
It was many broken fits of cryin and weeping
To cleanse them of the colors they bore

I spoke many times when the words weren't yet mine
And knocked down a neighbor in shame
And it's the wise old man from whom the words did shine
Who said don't speak your words without a frame