“I have no speech. No name. I live in the action of death, the blood cry, the penetrating wound. I am destruction. Absolute … alone.”
“A year and a half ago, I could have eviscerated him with my thoughts. Now I can barely hurt his feelings. Things used to be so much simpler.”
Can’t even shout/Can’t even cry/The gentlemen are coming by/looking in windows/knocking on doors/They need to take seven/and they might take yours/Can’t call to mom/can’t say a word/You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard.