There is a sound
  they don't want you to own
  arrest every word
  that escapes from your throat
  They hand you the world's smallest microphone
  It's still too loud and you're asked to go home
    She can stay as long as she swears
  that when she breathes it will be
  her own air
  she'll state her case and take up space
  and that suffocates-
  The professional
    there is a sound that they want
  you to hear
  to drown out the voice
  that plays in your ear
  they hand you the world's biggest razor blade
  an amateur bleeds
  but she hardly gets paid
    She can be mad but they'll let her know
  the scorched earth
  allows nothing to grow
  and she'll be blamed but feel no shame
  cuz she'll have stopped-
  the professional