We haven't seen a day of freedom, but I think these things can change
If we keep waiting for that day to come, that day will come too late
For when the sky breaks open, and bleeds from blue to grey
The silence will be broken by the static of screams from those who remain
The static and screams of those who remain....
The static and screams of those who remain....
Poison seeps through everything, our tears can't wash the filth away
The static and screams of those who remain....
The static and screams of those who remain....
Watch the world deteriorate until on one's left to make a change
Deafening Silence
Violence increasing like never before, uncaring we advert our eyes
As we continue to slave, and slowly pave over bodies of countless lives
Countless lives
Silence increasing for lack of the words, to describe our sorrow inside
And where words disappear, the things we fear, devour and conquer our lives
Until nothing survives
We've lost so much inside it seems as if we're losing touch
In time we might find the only reply to our screaming
Will be our voices echoing through a dead world
Then fades to a deafening silence
We stare right through all life as if it doesn't exist
Faceless, two-dimensional portraits of sentient living beings
Swaying helplessly to the sound of a deafening silence
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