Insult With Injuries

Stuck in the silence you sing.
It almost sounds like your in key with your mouth stitched shut.

Whose thoughts are backwards?
Now turn the page once and for all
Set your mind on free fall

That is the most impeccable timing
For all the wounds left healing,
The stitches seem too surreal.
I'm giving it all.

Bleeding to break the change, you're not so different.
Here's an antidote for clean health.
The shortest distance between two lines is straight to the point
We peel ourselves away for nothing.
We peel ourselves for good.

With your mouth taped shut, I can still hear you loud and clear.