An individual voice cannot account for the million
The tongue and ear melding into static blur fusion
Daggers of eyes blot blood with my crashing heart
If I didn’t find my flatline sound, it will never restart
A tremble in the treble, torque to signify the trouble
For the bastards that judge, the turkeys that gobble
If I were a little more brave, I would’ve fled the scene
But hell, this coward side of me wouldn’t mind it again.