كلمات Slow Talkers

Everyone i know Talks to me way too slow I lose track what they say Before they walk away I told you once before Ain't gonna say no more Next time you come clothed in inquisitive suits I'll consider myself mute You're on my mind most times When fear does not overflow When that cranial cup runneth over With things i despise over and over My chalice of skin, bones, and blood Pouring forth like the flood