“Blessed persistence”

I changed my mind
And looked no better
Hard of hart blind blind to his higher art
My frustration
My anger in disguise i slip under
I slip under quiet
He spots me anyhow
Chalk up my name
You burn my bridges for me
To a dry and clackin stalk
I swallow stone
They do not recognize inside with them
The locust has no king
Just noise and hard language
They talk me over but i fade slower
On fever
Blessed persistence right under my skin
Blessed persistence
Blessed persistence right under my skin
You burn my bridges for me
To a dry and clackin stalk
Nothing comes to mind
Hey chalk up my name
Right under your skin
To a dry and clackin stalk
Nothing comes
Nothing comes to mind