All I see are sounds
The colors of the sky dance beneath me
I feel the nightmares of my woken blood
The silence of their hearts echo in my souls' mind
The tolls of their ashes burn away my skin
and replace its nerves with admittance of fools
Quaked trembles torment the nerves of infinite, mild sight
And burn away the skin of those yet sane
Barriers halt our desperation
Locking our convinced freedom
Stealing away the mentality we adore
All we hear is pain
All we feel is mockery
All we taste is blood
All we sense is their unending cries
Yet all I see are sounds
Loud silence