(Intro)

I want you to bleed me

I need you to undermine my space

I want you to see me

So foreign and breathless from the chase

(Verse 1)

There are several hundred thousand things

Which I would like to say right now

And every single one is eating cells inside my head

Unable to focus or imagine, should my brain allow

Wishing I could swallow every single word I've said

Wasted in my silence, I am soil underneath your plough

Drain me of my nutrients and till me 'til I'm dead

Listеn for your hollow applause and then I'll take my bow

Drink until I'm thirsty, and go homе and go to bed

Every second wasted in attempts to speak my thoughts aloud

Tangled at the seedling, for I don't know where to start

Wash away my yesterday, the darkened tome beneath my shroud

Biting at these moments when I finely fall apart

These veins of mine are roots which every breath I took has disavowed

Nourishing the rhythmic beat of one treacherous heart

This vine that mocks my every thought, incessant, repetitious sound

Repugnant, ashen, growing, seething, bastard work of art

(Chorus)

Got your arms behind your back because you're under arrest

Your resistance only serves to increase your duress

Everybody's waiting now, get up and get dressed

Keep your comments to yourself, because nobody's impressed

Not a vote of confidence in what you express

Crying out for answers, only sounding depressed

Visions of a bloom in every face I've caressed

Attention is the crop, and yes, my mind is the pest

(Verse 2)

Patiently attending to the fruit with which I've been endowed

Trampled underneath the boot of those who tread the field

Some will stop in wonderment and fixate on the wispy clouds

Others have no interest in what dirt may have concealed

Some may stop and wonder what is buried underneath the ground

Others pick and dig until the loam becomes revealed

Solitary ovum dangling upon the weakest bough

In frozen wind I wither 'til my sap has been congealed

(Chorus)

Got your arms behind your back because you're under arrest

Resistance only serves to increase your duress

Everybody's waiting now, get up and get dressed

Keep your comments to yourself, because nobody's impressed

Not a vote of confidence in what you express

Crying out for answers, only sounding depressed

Visions of a bloom in every face I've caressed

Your attention is the crop, and yes, my mind is the pest

(Verse 3)

Curtain call, the forest faces out into the weary crowd

Caustically consuming with the heat of brilliant eyes

Each in turn said thanks and grinned, they held their hands and then they bowed

Weakened from the audience and their discordant cries

Driftwood treading water, cursing forces that won't let it drown

Further out from shore it goes from many futile tries

Waiting for another felling axe to find and cut me down

Seems I'll never be reduced sufficiently in size

(Outro)

I need you to feed me

So I can know

What hunger means to you

Little bits of requiem to get off my chest

Pull it out, transplant in someone else's breast

Let it ripen on the windowsill until there's no stress

Now there's no need to panic, this was only a test