I saw a man throw a body into a furnace
But that was old stress and I've gotten over it
Dragon chimney holding pastel society inside
In a canyon surrounded by coyotes
I hope they don't bite
This is the sound of the loud man when he grows quiet
The rain spells out braille on my window but I can't read it
Though I know it's in-human can it's beautiful though recklessly delicate
The sequins and the dirty boys in jackets are gathering constantly
To smoke cigarettes and take photographs confirming their authenticity
I try to speak with them but they hear me like a man spitting through cracked teeth
They say you sound just like you we'd like you if you sounded just like me
This is the sound of the loud man when he's been deprived...
