Have you ever felt this mute kind of horror?
This sense that no matter how hard you scream
No one would be able to hear you
Or if they did they would just write you off.

All i ever wanted
Was my chance to save the world.
But keep just a little bit for myself,
Enough to keep me copasetic.

Night after night, day after day, still don't got a thing to say
Living life as a glass house.

That's the thing about live in this carton of skin--
This skin is too thin for living in.

I can't breathe.