Murder and Create

I haven't uttered a word since I was 6 years old when I Noticed that they could not match up to the world All around me was murder and I the witnessing eye No one else seemed to notice; no one else seemed to try You will never get to speak the truth of all this death And so you grab on to the last resort and say Lover, you committed our murder, but I can't speak a word A word Flung to the sea, I'm not waving I'm drowning Time to get out of this salt grab the ink and carefully bleed You have to bleed carefully otherwise its another murder of men Messy and coward-like style and just barely dodging the trial You will never get to speak the truth of all this death And so you grab on your umbilical chord and cry Mother, I witnessed a murder but I can't speak a word A word Teachers, you have done an excellent job And as long as there is murder I'll still try and fail to talk And if the murders all stop I'll die on my own You will never get to speak, my drunk attendant lord And so you grab on to the strength of her hold and say Lover, I see you could use me some more Some more