Violence for violence;
A silence's a science;
Making a noise...
That's a chance, that's a choice...
My own voice
Is a poison for your ears;
My inner voice
Is not a foil, not a cheap trick...
I break through the walls
Surrounding this small part of the world,
But chains on my feet
Won't let me fly away to be more free...
I want to be there,
Where the light is brighter and love's in the air.
But I'm still undone,
And every move towards sun only harms.
Breaking or necking;
Cracking or smacking;
What is the best
For the heart under test?
My own life
Is not a blind for you poor deals;
My righteous life
Is full of dyes but you don't see...