Wants me broken; Wants me burned.
Washes my mouth out
With the script of right words.
Yet...
I am a wild thing;
A cataclysmic song.
Break apart in earthquakes
When the perceptions are too strong to belong.
I'd be a super-hero.
You'd want me on your side,
If what I felt wasn't measured out
In so many wrongs and not enough rights.
Gather together
All ye manual laborers!
Ye students of the calm!
I never got the notice;
I missed the trumpet call.
When you feel too much is precisely when
You're to show nothing at all.
Be broken.
Be burned.
Memorize the script.
Memorize the words.