Disrupting, disgusting, and also invalid
no comprehension of why you sing to madness.
The barrel is wasted, it's filled with it's ailment
the wood is in it's deepest.. stage of rottenness..
The room you're in darkens,
and you can only tell through the cracks
and your windows start to freeze over
not even you can see your soul.
Projection of fear, and deaf to speech
it's not a wonder your hatred is all you do keep
So us others, we wonder-
where are all the chains? The locks and the steel-
you do proclaim.
Hard to know that you did it, you put yourself there.
Oh, how did you manage? With only two hands..
How does it feel?
We wish you could talk, your ghost, to the others
but your senses they grow more dim
Why, you don't even cry for you,
others have stopped too...
the worst thickening agent for this barrel would be
loneliness.
By and by, it will come.
Distraction, imagine,
no one but you... no one....but you.
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