Impure (Technically)

You can speak all you like
But the words defy clarity
It's a million to one that you've not gotten through to me
On the fringe
A man learns silence
As his days convert to nights
There's nothing here
But the attire to destroy myself or fight
Speak to me magnetically
The world is all around you
And there's nothing you can say
You can fathom the ending
Of all this time chemically
It's a million to one that it doesn't mean shit to me
Through his pain
A man learns violence
And the temper lives to flare
There's no one that can stop me
And there's no one bound to care
I can illustrate my anger
I am technically impure
In a world of God and money
I decisively want more
Speak to me magnetically
The world is all around you
And there's nothing you can say