The Sound and the Fury
Song by Team Callahan
Conversations about duty, oh I’ve failed you at best
My ideals haven’t fallen, won’t put my hands to the test
My sound and your fury, thought is a cell
My landlord cut the tree down, it grew then it fell
I heard I hadn’t worked a day in 23 years
Read my summers, wrote my stories, earned my wages in tears
I’m battered at the edges, a shadow on the street
I’m a bad joke about English, too sour to be sweet
A season born of anger, pissed off at the moon
He sees the world I can’t, he’s closer to You
I write my list, clean the house, drive to the Goodwill, text all of my old friends
You know it’s my time to kill
When did God become a bad word and truth a crystal ball?
See only what you wanna, see nothing at all
I insult, it’s my instinct, a creature of the fall
Just don’t cut me down now, let me grow to be tall
My ideals haven’t fallen, won’t put my hands to the test
My sound and your fury, thought is a cell
My landlord cut the tree down, it grew then it fell
I heard I hadn’t worked a day in 23 years
Read my summers, wrote my stories, earned my wages in tears
I’m battered at the edges, a shadow on the street
I’m a bad joke about English, too sour to be sweet
A season born of anger, pissed off at the moon
He sees the world I can’t, he’s closer to You
I write my list, clean the house, drive to the Goodwill, text all of my old friends
You know it’s my time to kill
When did God become a bad word and truth a crystal ball?
See only what you wanna, see nothing at all
I insult, it’s my instinct, a creature of the fall
Just don’t cut me down now, let me grow to be tall