Isn't it strange When you want to shout aloud In the crowd but you can't And when you're alone, you won't? Isn't it strange When we know what we want And what we want Isn't what wants us? So say Fuck you and move on
The tears from my eyes, won't tell you any story; The voice that died, refuses to say sorry; Those nights aren't aware of the dreams downright scary; These lips now hide the burden I carry; Do you hear my silence? Can you read my thoughts? Do I have a choice? I want to be left…
I don't turn pages I burn the book down We're all lost mazes And further we drown Memories, fading images Silence, our sound Living through phases, Spirits, buried in the ground
Let my silence tell you I'm waiting Give me a sign Breathe life into my voice That's dying Give my heart a reason, Tears, a purpose.