There're things I want to tell you
but don't know how to say
Like words inside a speaker
that stops before it plays
Within its wooden cabinet
the notes are not disguised
Peripherals attesting
the music's in your eyes
To write the perfect lyric
is not an easy task
Although it could be simple
if you would only ask
Yet here we are repeating
our homophonic tunes
I'm cutting through the silence
but you are singing too

Tell me who I am to you and beg my thoughts again
So I can rest assured this time that truth will never bend
I am not clay for you to mold or mix with what you will
Diluted into something you can neither hold nor spill
The substance of my flesh decays, corruptible indeed
But soil only brings to life my neatly planted seed
With shell intact I bare the weight you've placed upon my ground
Finding rest inside a world you've neither sought nor found
And were I to defend myself, respond to what you've said
The words I'd speak with tainted tongue would fall upon my head
A guillotine to execute, suspended thoughts the blade
My recompense - the blood I shed for what it is we've made

All that's left of what remains
Are rythemz of a ****** Reign.
Now the shadows of a shallow grave
are long dark streaks that will not save
the memories of being young.
The brand new tastes upon the tongue
linger lightly on the air.
Aparitions of what's not there.
All those things just out of reach.
Like Live Sand Dollars on the Beach.