[Spoken — close mic, room tone] You can have what you want. It's just the want will have you. Lack what you flaunt. As the clock ticks half noon. Need what they deem costly Deeds of a fool. Take a knee. Make a king shake a charlatans ruse. It doesn't show up loud. Just a quiet thought at first. Small enough to ignore. But it sticks. Grows teeth. Starts to feel like instinct. Until you cant remember a time when it wasn’t But.. It wasn’t It wasn’t Oooooohhh oooh ooh ooh Are you? You never were. You never were Bruises recede and memories change. Amuse the muse. Letter The page Been doing better. Whether the days. Pen Playing Sep-ter Dead in a cage. Infinite. Infinite. Isn't it significant? It is, isn't it? This. This depends on which is it is you're sitting in. Thick and thin is missing it. Listen in listen in wind begins its whistling. This is it. This is it. You grab what's yours, then what isn't? Convincing yourself you need it. Or worse — deserve it. More food. More power. More love. More control. Whatever it takes to fill the hollow. It keeps carving, but it doesn't stop. It wants you. And maybe by the time you notice, it's already too late. You're not who you were. You're not even sure if that person is still in there. The person is still in there. Dissolving into silence. Instinct. Aren't you? You never were. Bruises recede memories change. We use the muse. Vendetta the waves Let pain delay better. Whether the days pen playing sep-ter set in the way Infinite. Infinite. Isn't it significant? It isn't. Isn't it?
