‘Voices, they’re always just lying.

Vices, they’re always just dying.

Violence, it’s always so deadly.

Violins, they were made for playing.’

Please, don’t listen to me, man.

Please, don’t take it from me, friend.

These lines are so weak, and

I’ll be here all week, man.

Sorry.

I was sorta thinking,

when they creeped inside my head.

I was kinda screaming,

when I heard them secret keeping.

‘Insides, are just outsides in.

Insights, let us see within.

Ignite, let’s put you to flame again.

Inlets, are where things get let in.’

Please, don’t follow what they say.

Please, don’t follow what they make.

These… these voices are weak, and

They keep keeping secrets.

Sorry.

I was halfway dreaming,

when they arrived in my mind

and started loudly weeping.

I listened closely from the shadows to the secret voices secret keeping.

‘Perfect, I know that’s not me.

Progress, cut ‘em at the knees.

Processed, yeah that’s what we eat.

Penguins, they are constantly freezing.’

Wanna tell me what this means?

They said blue frogs wear green jeans?

Wild hogs eat black beans?

Hummingbirds ain’t got wings?

I don’t know, friend.

These voices are secret keeping.

(I apologize for nothing.)