As the congregation grows

The lung of solitude deflates

To my ears the greatest sin

Feel a bit like Beethoven



Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst

Exiled to the inner voice, difference is...

He had no choice



We can't seem to find the air

To get our message through your heads

Poor respiration is sure

To keep clear communication obscure



As if I should care

As if you are listening out there



The louder you speak the more I can hear

The less I can understand

Pound on it, pound it in

To my ears the greatest sin

Feel a bit like Beethoven



Paint my lungs so silently

The darkest color of your noise

A crowd will contradict its own audibility

Can't hear the diaglogue for the voice



No one is listening

Yet ears are ringing



Ears are ringing



In the morning I will see

What you were trying to say to me

As I respond into the sink

Need not again hear myself think



Ears are ringing



Wax within my ears has grown

Just like the snot inside my nose

My interpretation of distorted conversation



I will kill for isolation

Sacrifice the energy

To enjoy the breath of silence

When the blood comes naturally



I have chosen to plug my nose

Before the threshold of pain has grown

Mole out from society

Survive off my soliloquy



Removed I can speak as he has

Bleeding from nose, throat & ears