April Sun in Cuba pt2

You cannot be able To be safe and stable All the time You cannot make a sound Cause youre not hurt enough I beg your pardon Your mental garden Is a compost pile of red bull and Your heads so soggy Whens the last time you read a book Do you remember the time it took Remember the ads on each page Specifically taylored to your taste And that old book smell became a fresh hell And that old book smell became a digital hell And that old book smell became a fresh hell And that old book smell became a digital hell