Sleep (part I): Slowly Growing Deaf Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Bungle

As the congregation grows 

The lung of solitude deflates 

To my ears the greatest sin 

Feel a bit like Beethoven 

Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst 

Exiled to the inner voice, difference is... 

He had no choice 

We can't seem to find the air 

To get our message through your heads 

Poor respiration is sure 

To keep clear communication obscure 

As if I should care 

As if you are listening out there 

The louder you speak the more I can hear 

The less I can understand 

Pound on it, pound it in 

To my ears the greatest sin 

Feel a bit like Beethoven 

Paint my lungs so silently 

The darkest color of your noise 

A crowd will contradict it's own audibility 

Can't hear the dialogue for the voice 

No one is listening 

Yet ears are ringing 

Ears are ringing... 

In the morning I will see 

What you were trying to say to me 

As I respond into the sink 

Need not again hear myself think 

Ears are ringing... 

Wax within my ears has grown 

Just like the snot inside my nose 

My interpretation of distorted conversation 

I will kill for isolation 

Sacrifice the energy 

To enjoy the breath of silence 

When the blood comes naturally 

I have chosen to plug my nose 

Before the threshold of pain has grown 

Mole out from society 

Survive off my soliloquy 

Removed I can speak as he has 

Bleeding from nose throat and ears