People bending, slowly fading inside their private little screens cultural myths are drifting quietly in digital streams grabbing pieces of the wreckage just to keep themselves afloat forgetting every word that matters every promise ever spoke and I feel like shouting in the middle of the noise Being decent — that’s the meaning that’s the meaning, that’s the meaning Being decent — that’s the meaning everything else is noise Permanent is out of fashion depth is pushed aside but I keep singing over and over something real inside people running through their lives like there’s no such thing as time building empty little kingdoms out of pressure and decline philosophy is standing silent while the black crows dance around I keep walking through the chaos with my feet on steady ground and I refuse to follow I refuse to play along Being decent — that’s the meaning that’s the meaning, that’s the meaning Being decent — that’s the meaning everything else is noise Permanent is out of fashion depth is pushed aside but I keep singing over and over something real inside I won’t dance with the black crows I won’t play their game I will hold on to my heart I will keep my name Being decent — that’s the meaning that’s the meaning, that’s the meaning Being decent — that’s the meaning everything else is noise Permanent lives in the quiet in the ones who stand alone building something real and human like a place called home
