There is a sound   they don't want you to own   arrest every word   that escapes from your throat   They hand you the world's smallest microphone   It's still too loud and you're asked to go home      She can stay as long as she swears   that when she breathes it will be   her own air   she'll state her case and take up space   and that suffocates-   The professional       there is a sound that they want   you to hear   to drown out the voice   that plays in your ear   they hand you the world's biggest razor blade   an amateur bleeds   but she hardly gets paid      She can be mad but they'll let her know   the scorched earth   allows nothing to grow   and she'll be blamed but feel no shame   cuz she'll have stopped-   the professional