We are coiled in ice and iridescent white
The world isn't here to stay and stride
Silence is just a whisper in my ear as we walk past what lies
Sullen earth rings a song from the depths of hell for the dying flies
Despair is near us as well disease
In naked water, we are burning like the troposphere and trees
When will we rip the ground and save our dry brown love
That lies underneath
As we tirelessly live in an inferno of thoughts and doubts
Enduring our own minds as well as our mouths
That need to speak or be fed with untruths
Silence is just a whisper in my ear as we walk past what dies