The sweet sweet sound of silence
Echoes In my ear like a thousand church bells
on a merry Sunday morning.

The sweet sweet sound of chaos
Rings in my head like a beautiful thunderstorm
at the beginning of a wicked Armageddon

I run away fearing this is all I'll hear.
The sweet sweet mixture of silence and chaos playing on an endless loop.
I'm my mind

Like a busted radio in a locked vehicle.
Waiting to drive into a pond
With the mere hope to drown it's thoughts
In a sea of surreal music

And I hear muffled screams
Played by infinite chaotic instruments
used to create a mournful symphony
of eternal fear and pain
To shatter those delicate ears

Constantly reminding my mournful soul
that I can't live my life without hearing a fusion of both
calamity
and death