When those you supposedly hold close grow comatose
From the cold wind you blow from your collective holes
You'll know
The strength of the silence bearing down on your throat
Ripping your stupid little thoughts to shreds as they're spoke
You're nothing and never have been and I'll let it be known
In the absence of the annoyance you call your voice
These men you fill your life with will resound and rejoice
They could never fill the void you left in yourself
You're pathetic, worthless, and far beyond help