I have an awkward spine
that keeps me bent
in time
I hope
I hope
I hope
I wouldnt have to sound so bad

or maybe not make a sound
at all.

Sometimes, when I am 
truly napping,
I gaze blind into the stars
and fire starts tapping
waves of sound 
from my bones.

Can you hear it?
Hear it loud!
All my sins are melting
out.
Burn the memory
Burn
Burn it all down.

Sometimes I speak
head against the ground.
There goes a memory
floats down a memory
like a breeze leaves
my mouth.

And I saw you there
crown and all
a mery go round.
And I saw You there
pierced hands and all

And I didn't make a sound
I didn't make a sound.