I can?t get it out or seal it in
  I can?t dislodge the need to scratch it
  screaming from it?s root
  it?s an echo inside my head
  a need to say what can?t be said
  it?s the nerve tattoo,such a bad rash
  spiteful and divine

  but thats OK
  it doesn?t matter anyway
  it?s still those with the least to say
  that will be heard...

  ah,the elloquence of trash
  the persuasiveness of cash
  rings true like the whispered lies
  of half-forgotten lullabyes;
  designed to please ,
  designed to soothe
  designed to shift amillion units or two
  designed to mean nothing at all
  for anyone

  but thats OK
  it doesn?t matter anyway
  it?s still those with the least to say
  that will be heard...

  it?s no misunderstanding
  it?s all emptiness and words
  I?d cut my veins to paint it as
  beautifully meaningless-
  picturesque and absurd
  ....it?s a masterpiece I heard