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Endless words and broken voices
Swirling empty pages
Hoping to hitch a ride on
broken ears and eyes
Desperate hollow realizations
And false emancipations
All written on display
in public diary

Don't, don't you ever
keep anything inside?
Don't, don't you ever think
That some things are
better to hide?

Electric syllables of silence
Of passion and of violence
All pangs of vacuum corridors
beneath your golden skin
And I, I can hear you crying
But I can't discern from lying
A thousand ears can make a
whisper disappear

Don't, don't you ever keep
anything inside?
Don't, don't you ever think
That some things are better off
disguised?

Don't, don't you ever keep
anything inside?
Don't, don't you ever think
That some things are better off
denied?