She sits alone, spent cone a smouldering microphone
Hate waits, behind floodgates
To swarm in verbal form
A delicious, viscious storm
Her head begins to shake as the clouds mass to break
Skin stretched tight over knuckles
That whirl into a scream, leaving furniture buckled
As muscles once taught relax into motion
Unstoppable on top of all this soul commotion
Burn through the violence of silence
Raise tattered plumes and bring your tattoos to life
A sudden hemisphere of inertia's only going to hurt you
Never going to get you through
The hollow rings of empty
Do as you're meant to, breathe elemental fumes
You're nobody's porcelain, but every now and then
Your veneer wears thin, so burn through
Unattachable strings have strung her along
And tied her lies into a song that's been sung
To too many ears, with too much aplomb
Smoothing too much plaster over oozing wrongs
And dark oceans beat hard against the soul
The toughest dyke surrenders to the tiniest hole
As anger wrangles control of her whole being
She turns to face herself across the ring, and
Burn through the violence of silence
Raise tattered plumes and bring your tattoos to life
A sudden hemisphere of inertia's only going to hurt you
Never going to get you through
The hollow rings of empty
Do as you're meant to, breathe elemental fumes
You're nobody's porcelain, but every now and then
Your veneer wears thin, so burn through
Burn through the violence of silence
Raise tattered plumes and bring your tattoos to life
A sudden hemisphere of inertia's only going to hurt you
Never going to get you through
The hollow rings of empty
Do as you're meant to, breathe elemental fumes
You're nobody's porcelain, but every now and then
Your veneer wears thin, so burn through