Censor me it is true I fit
in corners fear it sits
alone in its darkend pit;
the truth lies at me spits.
I wanted innocent things
life it has to me offered.
Instead I turned dead
from all of the slaughter.
I grew up and have seen
the sea upon a breeze me
I am sturdy, strong, mean
but now I’m a sad dream.
I don’t want to loose
the chance at a shot booze
in my veins sustains a brain
I would never choose.
Tell me what is purpose
I can grab and be glad
more than usual I am I now
am inside destroyed mad?
Speaking In Tongues 