Visions Soch sordid words have fallen Into deaf ears A mind ignored in Swollen form And without fear
Today I show my face And whispers turn into screams, Visions of what might have been and what will never be. Conforming to rejection And it's coexisting pain until abnormal is routine And it's routine to tolerate.
The scars are imbedded lost in translation Spoken too softly Or maybe you didn't hear me Carved in reflection The beast in the beauty Loathing and listning Or maybe you weren't listening So where Will you run if the sky starts falling? When your home is nowhere to be found? Will you remain unscarred beyond Relentless crawling when your world Comes tumbling down?
Today I showed my face and whispers turned to screams Visions of what might have been and what will never be Cause and effect, and ignorance is bliss Words can be weapons if that is what you wish Pause an reflect with the blade at your wrist. The silence is deafening and screams all of thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
