Articulation by CHICKN Lyrics

The blossoms often wither
(and will continue to do so)
Until we invent a language
That hangmen do not speak

Pain has the right to be expressed
With a voice that can pass through speechlessness
An articulation
(a joint between bodies and sentences)

When you want to speak for the colour of the sea bed
But the surface hinders
Swatter the precipitate and see how that will help

Until all the dissonant voices reach a pharyngeal consonant
Until we reach the realm of the pure sound

Ooh ooooooh don't you weep

I've lived more than I'm able to express