I hear the screams of silent things,
But I know they don't have voices,
I hear the screams of silent things,
The screeching and the noises.
I know they're being tortured,
By the screaming and the howls,
I know they're being tortured,
But for what? I'm asking now.
These lifeless things have souls, you see,
I know they try to speak to me,
These lifeless things have souls, you see,
I know they're slowly killing me.
Why do I here the things I hear?
The frozen screams of violence,
Why do I hear the things I hear?
When all you hear is silence.
