Gibberish (Lyrics): I don't need to speak, my scratches cut deep. Hand picked lines, roman nines in my keep. Talking in rhyme that meta morph-scenes, like a gladiator stream. Every symbol stitched in time, legendary beams. Aligned in my mind, master of dreams. Flying among the greatest of poetic means, saying what I say without the letters that gleam. The conclusion, a missing thought, or so it seems. Unspoken numerals, what do they mean?