There is no language in our lungs to tell the world just how we feel no bridge of thought no mental link no letting out just what you think there is no language in our lungs there is no muscle in our tongues to tell the world what's in our hearts no we're leaving nothing just chiselled stones no chance to speak before we're bones there is no muscle in our tongues I thought I had the whole world in my mouth I thought I could say what I wanted to say For a second that thought became a sword in my hand I could slay any problem that would stand in my way I felt just like a crusader lionheart, a holy land invader but nobody can say what they really mean to say and the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and I would have made this instrumental but the words got in the way there is no language in our... there is no language in our lungs to tell the world what's in our hearts no we're leaving nothing behind just chiselled stones no chance to speak before we're bones there is no language in our lungs.
