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The Listening Chair
The listening chair
Is where I staple people
To a wooden seat
I’ll hammer nails into their feet
So they may never move
Without ripping some appendage
Nowhere to go
Look at me
The listening chair
May be a painful sit
But it’s no comparison to the ignorance I’ve dealt with for years on end
Silence from you stings
And my mouth is tired of being wasteful
For my own sake, you must allow me
To have my way
So tune in...
If I could ever wish one thing
It would be for people to open their ears to the cries I so reluctantly scream
And it really breaks my heart to know that love is selective
And never shared with me
It changed me
What the hell?
Next time I choose to expend my energy
Make sure you stop and absorb things
Because if you dare turn from me
Dare excuse it
Dare decide to go deaf for a minute
You’ll find yourself there
Crucified to
The listening chair.
Is where I staple people
To a wooden seat
I’ll hammer nails into their feet
So they may never move
Without ripping some appendage
Nowhere to go
Look at me
The listening chair
May be a painful sit
But it’s no comparison to the ignorance I’ve dealt with for years on end
Silence from you stings
And my mouth is tired of being wasteful
For my own sake, you must allow me
To have my way
So tune in...
If I could ever wish one thing
It would be for people to open their ears to the cries I so reluctantly scream
And it really breaks my heart to know that love is selective
And never shared with me
It changed me
What the hell?
Next time I choose to expend my energy
Make sure you stop and absorb things
Because if you dare turn from me
Dare excuse it
Dare decide to go deaf for a minute
You’ll find yourself there
Crucified to
The listening chair.
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