he congregation grows To my ears the greatest sin The lung of solitude deflates Feel a bit like Beethoven Exiled to the inner voice, difference is Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst He had no choice We can't seem to find the air To get our mess

As the congregation grows To my ears the greatest sin The lung of solitude deflates Feel a bit like Beethoven Exiled to the inner voice, difference is Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst He had no choice We can't seem to find the air To get our message through your heads Poor respiration is sure 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 dialogue for the voice No one is listening Ears are ringing Yet 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 To enjoy the breath of silence Sacrifice the energy Before the threshold of pain has grown I have chosen to plug my nose Mole out from society Survive off my soliloquy Bleeding from nose, throat "amp; ears Removed I can speak as he has