I have seen a thousand voices grab
The mic and hit the stage only to say
Plenty of words but adding
Nothing to no one not once
Still I have been them thousand voices too
But that is over now
I'm resigning now
The nature of my brow
Is neither low or high
But I'm resigning now
I have heard a thousand artist's rants
On works of similar vinosity
A unison tongue for those who
Feel estranged and ostracized
And I have told them thousand rantings too
But that is over now
I'm resigning now
The nature of my brow
Is neither low or high
But I'm resigning now
I have felt a thousand moving rooms
And those I felt the strongest had most gloom
Though my vessel was both
Rightly colored and concave
I still hung in four walled glooming rooms
But that is over now
I'm resigning now
The nature of my brow
Is neither low or high
But I'm resigning now