Insult With Injuries
Brock Berryhill / Jay Vilardi / Robert Kellom
Stuck in the silence you sing.
It almost sounds like your in key with your mouth stitched shut.
Whose thoughts are backwards?
Now turn the page once and for all
Set your mind on free fall
That is the most impeccable timing
For all the wounds left healing,
The stitches seem too surreal.
I'm giving it all.
Bleeding to break the change, you're not so different.
Here's an antidote for clean health.
The shortest distance between two lines is straight to the point!
We peel ourselves away for nothing.
We peel ourselves for good.
With your mouth taped shut, I can still hear you loud and clear.