Letra da Música The Poet's Tongue de iDemBarra

The poet said not to create
In another language that
Not my own
But every single meaning
Is always so hidden behind
Rusted locks
I can try to either open
Holes or lift and throw
The heaviest of rocks
It won't break…
Open to me alone
Not even a movement.
Not even a crack.
For that i shout using
A strange dry tongue,
In a languid lash
And no kiss coming from
This mouth will deliver
True meaning
However, swallow saliva, sap,
All sapience in no way revealing
I try to breath through a gash.
But, not even a movement.
Not even a crack.
Ah, a squeal is the sound
You might hear in this throat contact
While a phantom pain explodes intruder
Into your soul, deep far
Listen to our mother language.
In confusing new words we do spar
The same different words attack.
In no way a movement…nor the slightest crack.