You want silence Fine, but, why? The quiet won't stop Depression's hunger It creeps in thru cracks & leaks leaves ya spirit sick & full of blunder Shrinks the room, eclipses truth, convinces roots they don’t need thunder Til an everyday “I’ll be gone” dawns & you don't wake from slumber Every second spent in silence, I worry of the consequence I’m a motor-mouth– not a medic with sedative sentiment I’m the pressure when the levee splits The reason terror of therapy exists Speaking with a serrated edge embedded in tenderness Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer Brutal– Not glitz & glamour Precise– Poison that dopes decay Dose by dose, You slopes sideways Breaking your bullshit– 8 ways from Sunday Silence is stupid– I’d rather clamor Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer Call it fate, call it feigned complacent consolation A vacant paper-thin persuasion pasted over devastation Nah life’s a fucking riot, Divine design, post-detonation A choir escaping fire, climbing higher, Outta desolation, Outta devastation, & finding inspiration Hate the heat inside this Break the neat aesthetic bliss Rather bruise your pride tonight Than help a death wish dress as destiny & call it this Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer Brutal– Not glitz & glamour Precise– Poison that dopes decay Dose by dose, You slopes sideways Breaking your bullshit– 8 ways from Sunday Silence is stupid– I’d rather clamor Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer Be mad Be hurt Be wild in the afterburn Just be here Curse the name through gritted teeth But keep the lungs alive Just breathe here Don’t hand me Wyrd like weighted words are welded into railroad iron Like all your roads were wrote in stone & every bone was born for pyres We are the flint inside the fist The will that wit & wounds acquire A million pivot points of choice in tiny violent volts of fire Graveyard knows an ancient phrase A name for pain that never changes Just cause the script was handed down Talking of funeral, not wedding gowns 32 aged pages of blades meant for anguish Ain’t proof this time you won't fucking surpass it Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer Brutal– Not glitz & glamour Precise– Poison that dopes decay Dose by dose, You slopes sideways Breaking your bullshit– 8 ways from Sunday Silence is stupid– I’d rather clamor Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer Listen, You are not noble for dissolving You are torn Not copacetic Fucking exhausted to the core Not calling you a coward Just saying war distorts the war Til the door that looks like relief Was actually swallowed by the floor Refuse to watch you call that maze a map Refuse to clap for a collapse Refuse to let the reaper dressed like reason Sit beside you & relax Spit fire Call me cruel for it Say the cut was deep & ruined it Rather risk your wrath tonight Than lose your voice & write a eulogy with hands still full of this Still there are hands outside the hurricane Still there are bonds that ache when saying your name Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer Brutal– Not glitz & glamour Precise– Poison that dopes decay Dose by dose, You slopes sideways Breaking your bullshit– 8 ways from Sunday Silence is stupid– I’d rather clamor Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer Through the seams of frozen lanterns Sometimes love is struggles & fractures Sometimes love is a slammed fists, not prayer Dragging your body up Saying “stay right there” Hate me? Fine, that means you're still sucking air Going full ghost will kill those who care Not yet Not yet Not yet Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer Brutal– Not glitz & glamour Precise– Poison that dopes decay Dose by dose, You slopes sideways Breaking your bullshit– 8 ways from Sunday Silence is stupid– I’d rather clamor Subtle– subtle as a sledgehammer more