it’s the weight of all thoughts

you don’t need

the right and the wrong

feed the head in lines

in the wake of night

it’s the taste of all the words

you don’t mean

you can’t just hold it back

gotta let it out

cause i’m torn by the congregation

what’s inside is to compromise

but got me things to do

so fill these hands with all your diamonds

i’m in need for your validation

that i swallow as much as I can

it’s a blind try

for a tired mind

it’s to pick sides

getting ripped apart

and about to lose

my truth

my youth

got things to do

it’s the taste of all the words

you don’t mean

for a one more time

it’s the weight of thoughts

you try to hide

put the blame on our human nature

it’s the phone it’s a daily riot

or maybe someone like you

missing out is the worst of nightmares

i’m in need for your validation

tried many different places

but it’s all the same

never thought that silence

could be so violent