Locust

(Intro)
I want you to bleed me
I need you to undermine my space
I want you to see me
So foreign and breathless from the chase
(Verse 1)
There are several hundred thousand things
Which I would like to say right now
And every single one is eating cells inside my head
Unable to focus or imagine, should my brain allow
Wishing I could swallow every single word I've said
Wasted in my silence, I am soil underneath your plough
Drain me of my nutrients and till me 'til I'm dead
Listen for your hollow applause and then I'll take my bow
Drink until I'm thirsty, and go home and go to bed
Every second wasted in attempts to speak my thoughts aloud
Tangled at the seedling, for I don't know where to start
Wash away my yesterday, the darkened tome beneath my shroud
Biting at these moments when I finely fall apart
These veins of mine are roots which every breath I took has disavowed
Nourishing the rhythmic beat of one treacherous heart
This vine that mocks my every thought, incessant, repetitious sound
Repugnant, ashen, growing, seething, bastard work of art
(Chorus)
Got your arms behind your back because you're under arrest
Your resistance only serves to increase your duress
Everybody's waiting now, get up and get dressed
Keep your comments to yourself, because nobody's impressed
Not a vote of confidence in what you express
Crying out for answers, only sounding depressed
Visions of a bloom in every face I've caressed
Attention is the crop, and yes, my mind is the pest
(Verse 2)
Patiently attending to the fruit with which I've been endowed
Trampled underneath the boot of those who tread the field
Some will stop in wonderment and fixate on the wispy clouds
Others have no interest in what dirt may have concealed
Some may stop and wonder what is buried underneath the ground
Others pick and dig until the loam becomes revealed
Solitary ovum dangling upon the weakest bough
In frozen wind I wither 'til my sap has been congealed
(Chorus)
Got your arms behind your back because you're under arrest
Resistance only serves to increase your duress
Everybody's waiting now, get up and get dressed
Keep your comments to yourself, because nobody's impressed
Not a vote of confidence in what you express
Crying out for answers, only sounding depressed
Visions of a bloom in every face I've caressed
Your attention is the crop, and yes, my mind is the pest
(Verse 3)
Curtain call, the forest faces out into the weary crowd
Caustically consuming with the heat of brilliant eyes
Each in turn said thanks and grinned, they held their hands and then they bowed
Weakened from the audience and their discordant cries
Driftwood treading water, cursing forces that won't let it drown
Further out from shore it goes from many futile tries
Waiting for another felling axe to find and cut me down
Seems I'll never be reduced sufficiently in size
(Outro)
I need you to feed me
So I can know
What hunger means to you
Little bits of requiem to get off my chest
Pull it out, transplant in someone else's breast
Let it ripen on the windowsill until there's no stress
Now there's no need to panic, this was only a test