Alitosis

I’m empty, Feeling the cradle, clutching the stone, hiding the nail, I’m empty, Full of words, Don’t ask me how I am Cause everything hurts, Nothing works Nothing to say, That doesn’t fade, That doesn’t fail, nothing to do, In this mechanized zoo This mechanical jail, Just use me, And abuse me, Just throw me away, Just use me, And give me a name, Diagnose me, All your opinions, Leave your prescription In small doses Crafting me through alitosis To a diagnosis Give me a name, One you can explain, One you press into my brain, Give me a smile, So I can laugh for a while, Make me a fancy file, Call me a halophile, Speak through me, Give me something to say, All my words have run away, Don’t talk to quickly, I might miss it, And they might miss me, keep whispering keep waiting, For something, Controlling everything I say, They don’t listen, They just pretend to, So let’s just get back to your point of view So I can act naturally, And play pretend, Call me when the thoughts come in Because I’m empty, Out of tune, I have no more words for you