V1 
Selling my time for [bad word] 
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 


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 [bad word] cage 
Swinging at mirrors 
To break only you 
You break x2 



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