Silence is a torture
Times I died twice and went unnoticed
Present is now past
In times, I got stepped on I went unwanted
Silence is that record
Of an album entitled "The unheard"
Swooning beneath eardrums
Like a shot of venom disturbed
Silence hurts
Like a hand on the gun
Through puddles of my soul waded
Silence scars
Like a failed romance
Watching the scriptures get faded
Can you tell me ?
Why I should cover up the cursed upon my life ?
While life being unable to break free from your curse
Can you tell me ?
Why I should cover up the worse upon my curse ?
While I'm being hypnotised from your curse getting worse
I'm young, filled with fragrance of the sage
But I'm getting unnoticed
Forgotten slowly page by page
Then I sit in the corner of nowhere
Sing out loud while I hopelesssly stare
HELP !
Silence
Yes you !
I'm talking to the only one that yet I haven't heard
Neither answers, Nor even questions, no single word
Why should I cover the signs upon the edge of my own death ?
While life is unable to expose the signs upon my wreath
I'm filled with laps of despair
Laps of strife
Inhaling the lines of your curse
Exhaling the papercuts onto my life
Then I sit in the middle of nowhere
Sing out loud while I hopelessly stare
HELP !
