From Here I Can See the Shore

What good is a voice if you can't speak for yourself. swallow your tongue and choke on the words you once said. this is a start to a dying, deaf anthem.
Let the stain of minds tear apart your heart and if i said farewell, i'd sink this ship.
By gallows we'll be hung, let's shun this rope, red dress, black heels, a warm gun.
So sick she came choking on the sound of your laugh it nearly killed her but it did take her mind.
A flag was burned, black white and ash, the colors of my grievance my empty lungs.
And then the rain came and then it came.
A figure in the rain spoke of a song, speaking an unknown tongue, but i could hear.
A beating heart and open mind to take them away.