Violent Lyrics

I languished in the womb till the coffin got cold

My language left the room when the meanings got old

I burned down all the obstacles

They rose up from the flames

I won't be trying talking to you again.

I've been a whistle on the wind

I've been a fair-weather friend

I've been another's oxygen

I've been violent.

My anguish was in vain, it just washed off in the rain

I only stole the silence and cashed it in for pain

I turned into an animal, frozen in its rage

I won't be trying talking to you again.

I've been a whistle on the wind

I've been a fair-weather friend

I've been another's oxygen

I've been violent.

What have I become these days?

Torn up like a diary page

Tears are tattooed to your face

What have I become?

What have I become these days?

Torn up like a diary page

Tears are tattooed to your face

What have I become?

What have I become these days?

Torn up like a diary page

Tears are tattooed to your face

What have I become?

What have I become these days?

Torn up like a diary page

Tears are tattooed to your face

What have I become?

I've been violent.