From the recording Beautiful Gray Day

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One more button, one more push
One more word was all it took

Snap that chord to set me off
Words are weapons, chop chop chop

Try to stop, it keeps coming
Try to uphold, I keep falling

Sound asleep across my tongue
All but sodden what have I done

You were the beast who chained me down
Shaves my hair and makes me frown

So many choices, most of them bad
Too much freedom in my hands

Hang myself with my own rope
Watch your mouth, I hope you choke

Maddening voices make them stop
Words are weapons, chop chop chop