Choleradio

If I could shatter and make Mirrors of your eyes cast in fractures The rows of dull faces could Tarnish and fade The unremarkable expressions congregate In the glass shards But they are the image now And the words remain unsung They will not sing They have no voice Only their stoic facade They cannot sing Their motionless stare Like nails and razors Amplifying the hope shorn desperate They will not sing They have no voice Only their stoic facade They cannot sing But I carry the blunt instrument's tune And I watch the audience shatter The audience shatters The audience shatters The menace of the mute chorus buries into the melody, so bitter now