My rhyme ain't good just yet   My brain and tongue just met   and they ain't friends so far   My words don't travel far   They tangle in my hair   and tend to go nowhere   They grow right back inside   right past my brain and eyes   into my stomach juice   where they don't serve much use   No healthy calories   nutrition values   and I absorb back in   the words right through my skin   They sit there festering inside my bowels      The consonants and vowels   The consequence of sounds   The consonants and vowels   The consequence of sounds      Got a soundtrack in my mind   all the time   Kids screaming from too much beat up and they don't even rhyme   They just stand there   on a street corner   skin tucked in and meat side out and shouting   I'd like to turn them down but there ain't no knob   Born into picket fences   not into picket lines   All this hippie shit's for the sixties   Only cliché in our times   but what if one of these days your heart will just stop ticking   and they sort of just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking?      The consonants and vowels   The consequence of sounds   The consonants and vowels   The consequence of sounds      Did you know that the gravedigger's still getting stuck in the machine   even though it's a whole other daydream?   It's another town   It's another world   where the kid's asleep   and the loans are paid   and the lawns are mowed   What'd you think   all the gravediggers were gone   just 'cause one song is done?   There's always another one   waiting right around the bend   till this one ends   Then it begins squeaky clean and it starts all over again      The weather report keeps on tossing and turning   predicting and warning and warning and warning of   possible leakage from news publications and   possible leakage from news tv stations   That very same morning right next to her coffee   she noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing   The national geographic was being too graphic   when all she had wanted to know was the traffic      The world's got a nosebleed, it said, and we're flooding   but we keep on cutting the trees in the forest   and we keep on paying those freaks on the tv   who claim they will save us but want to enslave us and   sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers   but we leave the sound on cause silence is harder and   no one's the killer and no one's the martyr   The world that has made us can no longer contain us   and prophets are silent then rotting away 'cause      The consonants and vowels   The consequence of sounds   The consonants and vowels   The consequence of sounds      My rhyme ain't good just yet   My brain and tongue just met   and they ain't friends so far   My words don't travel far   They tangle in my hair   and tend to go nowhere   They grow right back inside   right past my brain and eyes   into my stomach juice   where they don't serve much use   No healthy calories   nutrition values   and I absorb back in   the words right through my skin   They sit there festering inside my bowels      The consonants and vowels   The consequence of sounds   The consonants and vowels   The consequence of sounds