There is a sound

they don't want you to own

Arrest every word

that escapes from your throat

They hand you the world's smallest microphone

It's still too loud and you're asked to go home



She can stay as long as she swears

that when she breathes it will be

her own air

She'll state her case and take up space

and that suffocates-

The professional 



There is a sound that they want

you to hear

To drown out the voice

that plays in your ear

They hand you the world's biggest razor blade

an amateur bleeds

but she hardly gets paid



She can stay as long as she swears

that when she breathes it will be

her own air

She'll state her case and take up space

and that suffocates-

The professional 



You better watch what you, you better watch what you say, no way

They're coming after you, they'll get in your head, your head, your head, head



She can be mad but they'll let her know

the scorched earth

allows nothing to grow

and she'll be blamed but feel no shame

'Cuz she'll have stopped-

the professional