Dead Silence

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The dead are silent

Our thoughts, violent

We sit down, another devil's client

Bullet through our head

Over dosed on the bed

Slit wrist, no words said

We are all the same

Six feet in the ground, no more pain

No more hanging our head in shame

Never heard from again

The dead silence is here within

Sit down and listen to it begin

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