Selling my time for shit
Not quite believing it
Scraping the barrel till
At last I lose the will to live
Pain isn't relative
Got no more me to give
Whaling for nothing and
The time I have left is lost
When I make this sound
With my sinews unwound
I find its meaning
My voice is now found
I will make sound
I will make poetry
I will be loud
And you
Won't listen to me
Fragile mind turns to rage
Locked in this rusting cage
Swinging at mirrors
To break only you
You break
You break
When I make this sound
With my sinews unwound
I find its meaning
My voice is now found
I will make sound
I will make poetry
I will be loud
And you
Won't listen to me
Throw me a rope
Fragility gropes
At all that slides away
Falling through fingers
And dusting the ground
All I can do
Is make a new sound
When I make this sound
With my sinews unwound
I find its meaning
My voice is now found
I will make sound
I will make poetry
I will be loud
And you
Won't listen to me

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