I Speak

I came out crawling outside of my skin And I tear right through it There's solace that comes on the back of the wind Oooh oooh And I feel it all coming back down These trees and burning beings Are tearing down to my core Long 'morrows and tastes from the bottle Etched crossways these watersoaked boards I speak in troubled silence My muse won't call to me Don't want to stand out sideways Or so I've been told I take down something from all who I meet And I hardly knew it Slow trampled under the foot of my beast Oooh oooh And I feel it all coming back down Poured cold and vested in old Sings mercy out on to the bold I pray for the wicked to stay And the blessed to be overthrown I speak in troubled silence My muse won't call to me Don't want to stand out sideways Or so I've been told