The Plea

You beg to make your way A chance to devour the world It lays under your nose But your eyes are forever closed You beg to make your way A chance to devour the world You say the things you loathe The pain creeps to the back of the throat You greed for most of what you see Realizing when you've finished that you ended incomplete You open up your mouth to warn the others what you've seen The air that you breath filled with words you can not speak Chain me back down Chain me back down There will be no existence When we live so, so disconnected