Crushed and held hostage in my head
My dreams left locked behind closed doors
And those following signal gone dry
That turned into forgotten sounds and goodbyes
Leaving no echo behind
Power it up with a gun
With some love and a rope round his neck just for fun
Flattery worn, fickle doubt
Shaking off, drag it out
Sparks collect put them out
Crowd pleasing untie
Block out the sound screaming so loud
So if you're losing the impulse to try
Then you should take away the resume and retire
Shake off drag off and creep out
From the roof of my mouth hear