I turned my voice to stone
Made a twisting labyrinth, where metaphors call home
Cherished whispers echo and spread like syndromes
In this, my voice of stone.

Keeping expressions steady
As a rock seems right
So my lips are sealed tight.
This spell is of my own design,
preserve the uttered words I won't leave behind.

Since I turned my voice to stone,
made a maze-like cavern where metaphors call home
Cherished whispers echo
And spread like syndromes
In this, my voice of stone.

To the extent such that my pride allows
I've gotten used to using these fossilized phrases by now.
Since it happened, each time I open my mouth,
bits and pieces of gravel come dropping out.

Since I turned my voice to stone,
Made this twisting labyrinth where metaphors call home,
Cherished whispers echo and spread like syndromes
in this, my voice of stone.

Between my voice and this hard place
it's not hard to see
While I've been keeping these words stuck
they've been keeping me.
From this day on, I'll be breaking stones
Cause holding on is worth nothing
if you can't let go.

Today I kiss dead words goodbye.
When my voice, my cavern shatters, you better know
those metaphors will take flight
take flight
take flight, take flight, take flight... etc.
These metaphors will take flight.

The Nutants