Mr. Bungle - Sleep (Part II) : Carry Stress In The Jaw Lyrics
As the congregation growsThe lung of solitude deflatesTo my ears the greatest sinFeel a bit like BeethovenSimultaneous they speak unbeknownstExiled to the inner voice, difference is...He had no choiceWe can't seem to find the airTo get our message through your headsPoor respiration is sureTo keep clear communication obscureAs if I should careAs if you are listening out thereThe louder you speak the more I can hearThe less I can understandPound on it, pound it inTo my ears the greatest sinFeel a bit like BeethovenPaint my lungs so silentlyThe darkest color of your noiseA crowd will contradict it's own audibilityCan't hear the dialogue for the voiceNo one is listeningYet ears are ringingEars are ringing...In the morning I will seeWhat you were trying to say to meAs I respond into the sinkNeed not again hear myself thinkEars are ringing...Wax within my ears has grownJust like the snot inside my noseMy interpretation of distorted conversationI will kill for isolationSacrifice the energyTo enjoy the breath of silenceWhen the blood comes naturallyI have chosen to plug my noseBefore the threshold of pain has grownMole out from societySurvive off my soliloquyRemoved I can speak as he hasBleeding from nose throat and ears
