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Sufficate
When I need to speak
What do you think I should say?
You realize humans aren't empty...?
We convey, we express, we feel...
We have experiences, experience love,
fall in hate.
When I need to speak, do you think I should whisper?
(Do I even need to ask?)
Shall I whisper to you my fears?
Drowned in my anger - through a whisper?
Should I cry alone, always alone, punch holes in the walls,
punch holes in myself?
(I'd rather punch holes in you.)
When I need to scream, when I want to run,
when death takes his turn, when loss cannot be gripped,
when life turns and eats me whole; test of faith
(Test of lethargy.)
Should I oppress those things forever?
Become an explosion waiting to happen?
Do you dare mute me to the point of nothingness?
So I become a walking cup that's always full?
Always full of hate suppression?
What do you want from me, exactly?
Do you want me to blow up like Hiroshima?
(In the mood to see some fireworks?)
Shall I corrupt you with my distilled hatred?
Ruin your bones, ruin YOU?...
Because when I wanted to tell you,
"You're wrong, I'm in pain,"
instead you made me whisper...?
