The Matress Bares the Burden

Now your someone to fear Fresh from you slumber You've kidnapped your burning words and pasted them on fluorescent pages Tucked safely away under your matress Should you let them rust or set them free There freedom stings, cuts like knives you carve them deep into doves cage them underneath your nightmares clip their wings again and again Fresh From your slumber But your choice is made it's much more simple to bite your tounge in two then turn on a hidden light.