I have no tongue to say,
so instinct drags the pen up to this paper.
I have no mind for fakers,
and their tainted tears and jaded smiles.
They scorn and sneer and end where I begin.
You spoke to me as Satan would to him.

There is no room for your pedantic deeds here.
There is no room for your somatic creeds here.
There is no room at all!

Presumptions of the heart -
Contentions I once held, now blown apart.

I have no room for detention of the soul -
the sky's so cold through dreaming eyes.
There is no room for their pedantic deeds here.
There is no room for your somatic creeds here.

My sweetness lost in nightmares.
My screams have turned to prayers for mortal sin...
Ah! They will seize the day -
those who burn within and light the way.
Non-somatic voices,
please tell me that they will.

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