When we talk about the way we feel, it should help bring us peace, help us heal. But in the truth there is Silence and there are lies and before we know it, we've wasted the best years of our lives.
Locked here in darkness, locked here we cry here we pray for a candle, we pray to fly. We're longing for freedom, we're longing for life, but we're trapped here by Silence, trapped by the knife.
Not all of us cut to free our pain some of us just simply go insane. We all get help digging this hole and it's here the Silence kills the soul.
Forbidden to tell the truth we lock it all inside, we hide ourselves in pain, hide ourselves in lies. The Silence is whispering, whispering lies the Silence is stealing, stealing lives!
We can escape the Silence, just don't ask me how I've been stolen by the Silence, no hope for me now. But you have a chance, just speak speak! speak! for Silence murders only the meak.
When we talk about the way we feel it should help bring us peace, and help us heal. But in the truth there is Silence and there are lies and before we know it, we've lost our lives.
The Magical Mellophone · Thu Aug 20, 2009 @ 01:41am · 0 Comments |