The say silence is golden,
But I think it more like stone
Hits you cold and hard
When you realize you're alone
Seeing figures in the shadows,
Faces on the walls
So go on, face the silence:
Think you got the *****
Well you'll be thinking twice
When your blood spatters the walls
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
The say silence is golden,
But I think it more like stone
Hits you cold and hard
When you realize you're alone
Seeing figures in the shadows,
Faces on the walls
So go on, face the silence:
Think you got the *****
Well you'll be thinking twice
When your blood spatters the walls
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