Babble - Lyrics - A New January

Unlocked and chained at the same time Unstopping waste, this perfect crime Don't know how I can avoid this On page 65 they use their fists Without proper use it can't begin To hope and pray that this will end Unbearably we sit through this and wait until it's over Impossibly, uncomfortably we wait until it's over The empty words The mindless talk We wait until it's over With moving lips like open gates We wait until it's over The hours start to feel like days Sarcastic verbal garbage waste Just when the wet dirt forms to clay I try to find the words to say