practicing the silence muting all the sounds you hear somones getting violent cutting off all the ends you steal signs of forward progress still wrapped tight inside and sealed free me from this madness and ill never look back to heal silence in your sleep and people they are weak im cutting all connections that led u two to speak
death is a disease and people they believe almost out of time i said your underlined
practicing the silence underlined from all your pain slowly slipping backwards calling out gods name in vain signs of forward progress chanting that youre almost free you whispered to me and told me that your life wasnt me
another day and another weak which type of death is a disease your so damn blind and so am i your underlined turn away......
