Who’s out triggering the soft alarm? Barbed the entrance, now I wanna know: who’s there feeding? I want a name. Just mouth it, that's fine. The hollow throws its lousy drone and you don't wanna breathe, but you'll talk. Now absolute the zero count. Zero morphism, its arrowed frame. Whose count's empty? I want your name. Just write it, that's fine. The strength you've grown is monotone but now I've turned a key, and you can't call out again. Gather round so empty now. All you got is spineless sound. I want the truth, even if I gotta rip it from you. Who's out feeding? I fed the same, so they took my name, and I put up no fight. The void you throw is all you know. You watched me turn a key. How like you to shirk away a sonar's rounds. Me, I just cloister up against its shouts. But you still got your sound and I see you staring down. I want a name even though you spoiled the one I came with.
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