Monotone Drone

Monotone drone, I don't think you know what that means
 Too loud to ignore, too bland to be obscene
 I've got a message for you, inked into my skin
 I'd open my hand but you don't want to read, you refuse to see
 The message, the mark, the triumph, the scars within
 You'll blend in, forget this day ever happened
 Repeat your past. Youth forgotten, discarded snakeskin
 I've got a message for you, inked into my skin
 I'd open my hand but you don't want to read, you refuse to see
 The message, the mark
 However you change one thing will remain
 The monotone drone of your voice saying
 Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
 Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
 Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
 Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
 Nothing, nothing