Babble Lyrics

I knew it had finish this way,
without strength
trying to voice the
seriousness of my dullness.
I curled me up
like dust under a perturbing carpet
shrouded on my only original fate and
not willing
I lost control of my impure grantings,
Fibrillating near them in
an unconscious way.
Compressing the smelling sores of tongue
I wish I could collect my words in
a new order,
but it's hard to me to forget
clearly the venomous slithering
of my life.