Every Whisper

It's not too hard, when you have a crown of thorns, saying what you want is not gonna be water-cooler talk, throw that book of Exile, set your neighbors house on fire, you can't have a blemish when your father lit the torch, and you just live in the shadow of it, not too hard, when you're only

The whisper

In a grave of your sins, buried and the dirt ain't sifting, sink no lower, a wager I would have a hold over, six feet under deep shit, your past is speeding ahead, and you expect a new picture when you catch up to it, never seen in an image of hereditary, you can't be judged but you hear every voice,

Every whisper, considering every corner, combatants devouring the spirit that died long ago, foiled, a plummet that I will land from eventually, if only I'd known a camaraderie....

Hear every whisper