Ithaca - The Language of Injury

Clear the air
I try to stay awake
So i know what i missed
Suspended in
Exhaustion that sleep can’t fix
Nights are getting longer
But light creeps through the cracks
Remembering hearing everything I lack
I lost my left hand to the right
Everything that was right left me again
Nothing you say moves me
Alpha waves, a century
Years and years of feeding your
Dependance on vocabulary
Only when i’m sleeping
Does it sound like leaving?
Exiting the one way in
I know you find meaning in
Verbalising the verboten
Only when i’m sleeping
Does it sound like leaving?
I made sound
But what do you have to say now?
Clear the air (Nothing you say moves me
You’re not what you said you’d be)