R. Thomasin
Listen In
An alternation in soundMechanical waves send you up off the groundThe noise of vibrating stringsThe sound waves react, hear the quiet resoundAnyone could listen inIs my whisper so loud that I'm pulling withinAll the noises swell and flareBut my voice makes no soundThese are the words of diseaseThe symbols and sounds make your identityThe source of all that we seeIs trapped by the unconscious psychology
From Letras Mania