I Have More Tact in My Middle Finger... Letra

Crack my lips, sew my throat up nice and tight
If I could climb over these walls
I could find someone to hear

So I'll spread my arms into nails
To break through this glass
And see through the opaque panes
Find the hope again

Silly words screamed in futile poetry
Yet I raise my voice so loud
Reverberating in the air
Empty room, this is my ode to you
Reaching out for hands to hold me
But I'm cut up and cut off

For right now, there's the promise
And I can see the ceiling shaking
For right now, there's the vision
Muscles writhing, giving up, flailing on the ground