i'll sit you down i'll shove you down
i'll tell you anything
just to have your stare without a blink
and watch me bring
a hundred words a storied rhyme
a sermon in front you
and string along in chorused song
my gift my curse that's what i do
i'll steal your thoughts
i'll break your hearts
i'll let you feel my pain
i'll scream it out
i'll whisper soft
i live without restraint
a bed a corner bar a pew
it's all the same
these songs i drop thought bombs
the world my darkened stage
turn me out turn me out
turn me out turn me out
i'll sit you down i'll shove you down
i'll do anything
to have you hear emergencied the
voice inside me say tornado-ed thoughts
of loss and fear and love and war and hate
if i don't get it out explode catastrophe
i'll break subtle enough you wear it well
but i'm not half as strong
i play it safe i vent it all within a pretty song
costumed facade i'm boiling soon if things don't give way
i swear i'll deafen from the weight
of sirened scenes un-played
The End