Norma Jean (US) - "The Potter Has No Hands" lyrics

Speaking madness while I strive for a wordless language. You cry experience at the top of your lungs. At the top of your lungs... Can you make it loud? Just make it loud. Make it loud. Just make it loud as hell. Molding the truths of unawareness. Search and destroy to fill the void at any result. Keep it down, just keep it down! I'm gonna ride this train till the end. The last stop is the cemetery. Cough up your last k**. You used to live, now you just fertilize. So breathe out all your last words. You used to live, now you just fertilize. And waste your life trying to make memories. Wear it with pride, because it's all that you've got. You just don't get it... Yeah, you just don't get it. Make it loud. Just make it loud. Make it loud. Just make it loud as hell. I'll rest here every night and propel my evils to him who hears me. Even in the stillness of thought. Even in the noise of your anger. Even in the silence of prayer. Cough up your last k**. You used to live, now you just fertilize. So breathe out all your last words. You used to live, now you just fertilize. Make it so loud that the words are lost. Make it so loud that their stomachs are filled with the gold that they endlessly seek. Make it so loud that they open their eyes. Make it so loud that the trees that they worship shake to their roots. Make it loud! Don't want to hear a word they have to say! Don't want to hear a word they have to say! Don't want to hear a word they have to say!