What Does It Mean?

My words are whispers, they are pain, they are screams

My voice a violent cascade

But I never know what any of it means

I taste bitterness, I don't know why it gleams

Nor if it's natural, or monster made

My words are whispers, they are pain, they are screams

I sleep in vivid nightmares, not just pretty dreams

And the memories, they don't fade

But I never know what any of it means

It's marching or crawling through vacant silver beams

Tucked inside the shade

My words are whispers, they are pain, they are screams

Everything is tainted by the filament of machines

Covered up and paid

But I never know what any of it means

It's ignored by the people, the peasants, the queens

Their ego has been flayed

My words are whispers, they are pain, they are screams

But I never know what any of it means