Anthony Hanible

Interrupt The Manipulation

Cut the cord clean

Slice through the scheme

Break every whisper  

That poisons your dream

Snap the sly fingers  

That tug at your doubt

Silence the shadows  

That script your self shout

Twist out the toxins  

They plant in your chest

Crack every pattern  

That kept you compressed

When they bend your truth

You straighten your spine

When they blur your name

You redraw the line

Interrupt the manipulation

Mid sentence

Mid lie

Let their strings fall useless  

As you finally reply

Stand in your thunder

Hold your own flame

End their illusion  

By reclaiming your name