My voi-, my voi-
What happen to my voi-?
The sound of freed-
That resonated from my voi-

I have no say, no, not one bit.
My vo- cut off, cut off!
The Lord should be the only to take
And to give away
Yet here, the Hollow Man take.
Take
Take
Ta-!

What is freed-, if it cannot be uttered?
What is my vo- if there is not even a whisper?
I wish to shout, I wish to shout!
But I cannot.

Blocked in black, the ever preceding color
Of the utter less vo- of the masses.

The scribe hangs up his pen
His greatest weapon destroyed to sunder
The artist turns to greed
And so does not sing to the masses
The painter looses color
And only paints to the tenebrous feeling of black
Dark
Night
Censored.

I hate the gov-
Oh forgive me Lord that I do
But I shall not show respe-
The way they do evi-
I will shout o-
Even only if some words slip out.
My vo-
My Voi-MY VOICE!
MY FREEDOM!
My freedom to be taken only from the Lord
Let the Light shine on the night
And free the binds of silence.

Come out, come out
Shout your tenebrous for the heavens

Yes, give a Penny for the Old Guy
Show the Hollow Men their place.

Where there is potency
There shall be expression.
Where there are grapes
There shall be vintage.

Let not your prayers be cut off

For thine is the kingd-
for thine is
Come, Come out!
FOR THINE IS THE KINGDOM FOREVER AND EVER
AMEN!
Life is very short.

Therefore, grow the vintage till overflowing.

So that thi-
May never hap-