Stacks

This time is real, I feel it pa*sing through the telephone, No one is home now, No one is home. These stacks, They keep me down, So I build some more. America is just a word but I use it. Language keeps me locked and repeating. This time is real, I see it pa*sing by the avenue, Nothing to do now, There's nothing to do. I see them spinning on, So I spin out. America is just a word but i use it. Language keeps me locked and repeating.