Voluntary Confinement - Twitching Tongues

No greeting and you’re shouting the roof down

Same debacle that I saw last week

September, October, November rain

Either way, I get no time on my own

Could’ve sworn that we had this conversation yesterday

Throwing insults like stones, and your aim is true

Let me be.

To be alone is my chosen alignment

Can’t you see?

This is a voluntary confinement

Set me free

Empty rooms, white walls, nobody but me

At this rate, I’ll never get that wish

Didn’t occur to you that I might just like some fucking peace and quiet

Let me be.

To be alone is my chosen alignment

Can’t you see?

This is a voluntary confinement

Set me free

Total anguish, constant pain, you leave a taste of disdain

Thorough loathing, unrivaled hate, emphysematous race

I’ll pray tonight, and every night just to find some release

Don’t need «somebody», and I don’t need you to set me free

Help me, before I help myself