Stained Mouth

Only talk

When silence is listening

Spoon-fed guilt is slowly poisoning

Don't prod my speech

Because I can't answer that

I can't be teached

It's something beyond that



I've got the mark of Cain

I've got the mark of Cain



Feel so small but so gargantuan

Don't see myself but I see everyone

Outside an attic outside my house

The same blue fingerprint the same stained mouth



Don't try to justify this

When there's no there's no blood on my hands