V1 Selling my time for shit Not quite believing it Scraping the barrel till At last I lose the will to live
V2 Pain isn’t relative Got no more me to give Whaling for nothing and The time I have left is lost
C 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
V3 Fragile mind turns to rage Locked in this rusting cage Swinging at mirrors To break only you You break x2
C
M8 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