Put a lock on my my tongue but I sing through it,
I sing to it the simple lyrics in my theme music,
You hear it when he sings musics, brings music,
Glisten with the strings through it listen to his dreams prove it,
Listen to him scream through it even when you see through it,
The mask from his past is masked to seem stupid,
Laugh with extreme movement I act cause I have to seem fluent,
My days are fewer than my newborn daughter,
I'm drowned a true-form martyr in lukewarm water,
These words stand on the end of my tongue,
No these words dance on the tip of my tongue,
And when hurt lands on the width of my tongue,
This beautiful girl tells me I am with the kiss of her tongue,
So instead of putting a bigger clip in the gun,
She just smiles and lets the trigger slip from her thumb,
With an angel in my arms I'm no longer wishing for one