Native tongues We have accepted That we can never see eye to eye With one another Fear remains on your soul, and as life unfolds You have become the tale untold Bury me under dirt and sorrow Like a broken dream This was never meant to be End the noise, end it now Slow voices surround me With nowhere to go I refuse to listen Empty stares from uneasy eyes I see you're dead inside Stuck in gloom, so soon Am I in the wrong? Am I losing ground? The judgement you speak Has skewed all clarity Pacing around the room All the eyes are now on you Empty stares from uneasy eyes I see you're dead inside Stuck in gloom, so soon The outcast in me Can see right through The desperation in you I have just one word of advice A message to the stray: You've become stagnant You've become tame Stop living halfway, stop living halfway Stop living halfway