Babble – A New January – letras

Unlocked and chained at the same timeUnstopping waste, this perfect crimeDon’t know how I can avoid thisOn page 65 they use their fistsWithout proper use it can’t beginTo hope and pray that this will endUnbearably we sit through this and wait until it’s overImpossibly, uncomfortably we wait until it’s overThe empty wordsThe mindless talkWe wait until it’s overWith moving lips like open gatesWe wait until it’s overThe hours start to feel like daysSarcastic verbal garbage wasteJust when the wet dirt forms to clayI try to find the words to say