how messages are sent we cannot tell
those are the secrets we don't want to know
let others get involved in all the show
we wait for cheering and applause to swell
and slip out before all that can compel
us to remain will lead each to bestow
such honours as the crowd deems àpropos
these are not moments for the gong and bell
doors remain shut to every human hope
but we will force them to yield to our plea
no one could doubt our anger or our need
there are no other ways but up the slope
no choice but climb or else drown in the sea
the winner is the one who plants a seed
each tale has endings that we think are true
but readers make them up and none can say
what each has made of the story they view
such strange things as we speak of could
ensueonly when we demand strong light of day
each tale has endings that we think are true
the captain tells us he can't rule the crew
they've halted work and turned to shades of grey
what each has made of the story they view
compounded discourse gives us questions new
no one it seems can our concerns allay
each tale has endings that we think are true
when rains are over the skies turn clear blue
we now observe as if in a staged play
what each has made of the story they view
the job is done before i've tied my shoe
all things are set out in a strange array
each tale has endings that we think are true
what each has made of the story they view
all of time frozen into place reverts
into what we think of as one plain meme
the one who thinks that silence presses blurts
no one from fate their face ever averts
the word once given is what we would deem
all of time frozen into place reverts
truth once plain spoken in its course diverts
the greatest rivers into one large stream
the one who thinks that silence presses blurts
pain honestly received still fucking hurts
the coldest blood will soon turn into steam
all of time frozen into place reverts
you think it does not matter when she flirts
you'll soon find out that skim milk is not cream
the one who thinks that silence presses hurts
tell one thin lie and you will see the shirts
you thought to wear turn out to lose their gleam
all of time frozen into place reverts
the one who thinks that silence presses blurts
the one who hits the accidental keys
has fallen further than he should have known
those things he sees are better left alone
if you will wait until we are at ease
we will protect you from both knife and stone
the one who hits the accidental keys
allow your heart and mind the law to please
and there will be no reason to atone
neither for what is held nor for the flown
the one who hits the accidental keys
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