Our silent words are nothing
Our sickening songs are dead
That last breath of something
Was just a whisper in my head
The moving world around me
Is growing darker by the hour
My bleeding heart is dreaming
Of screaming down that tower
Of the embrace that awaits me
Of the sudden eclipse of sound
Solemn grace which escapes me
As my dungeon hits the ground
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
Our silent words are nothing
Our sickening songs are dead
That last breath of something
Was just a whisper in my head
The moving world around me
Is growing darker by the hour
My bleeding heart is dreaming
Of screaming down that tower
Of the embrace that awaits me
Of the sudden eclipse of sound
Solemn grace which escapes me
As my dungeon hits the ground
