I would rather suffer in sweet silent solitude   Deathly defying from drowning out   Filthy sound stumbling, ugly and cruel   Between the lips of your beautiful mouth      Deep down within me words live in phases   Frozen and still till they decide   To melt and drag over the pages   And to that moment they live inside      My words enjoy the feel of the paper   Better than mingling with your conscience   Once they get going pain ever waiver   And they slip in between your, your fans and voice      When my words are hiding between lines   Then I'm afraid they won't hear me call   What if they fail me without a sign   What if they hardly surface at all      Screaming and throwing your weight around   My word's just knowledge over politics   You can't kill my words, they know no bounds   My words are strong and they don't make me sad      They still remain my only companion   Loyal and true to the variant   They'll never ever completely abandon   Ever give up the paper and the pen