As the congregation grows   The lung of solitude deflates   To my ears the greatest sin   Feel a bit like Beethoven      Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst   Exiled to the inner voice, difference is...   He had no choice      We can't seem to find the air   To get our message through your heads   Poor respiration is sure   To keep clear communication obscure      As if I should care   As if you are listening out there      The louder you speak the more I can hear   The less I can understand   Pound on it, pound it in   To my ears the greatest sin   Feel a bit like Beethoven      Paint my lungs so silently   The darkest color of your noise   A crowd will contradict it's own audibility   Can't hear the dialogue for the voice      No one is listening   Yet ears are ringing      Ears are ringing...      In the morning I will see   What you were trying to say to me   As I respond into the sink   Need not again hear myself think      Ears are ringing...      Wax within my ears has grown   Just like the snot inside my nose   My interpretation of distorted conversation      I will kill for isolation   Sacrifice the energy   To enjoy the breath of silence   When the blood comes naturally      I have chosen to plug my nose   Before the threshold of pain has grown   Mole out from society   Survive off my soliloquy      Removed I can speak as he has   Bleeding from nose throat and ears