Where the words on the paper speak for themselves.
The room may be sound proof, but its the loudest.
The people walk with the music as it dances.
Turn the beat back with room for second chances.
Bass, it bumps like and earthquake in Cali.
Voices, they chant like people at pep rallies.
Headphones so small, but they seem the loudest.
In the room, you’re alone but the land is crowded.