Undone

There are too many things
Don’t try to figure me
I’m not afraid to say
What you will not say
All the things you cannot hear
I have already thought

Only a few
Who are the me
So many
Who know
The upper hand is mine

I’m picking the locks off
Until it’s all gone

Never trust a single thing
Not a single thing they pray
Pick their locks off
Until it’s all gone
Until they’re all gone

© 2005, Mosquitobyte