Silence Circles

White Ward

Composição de: Andrey Pechatkin
Itching palms turn into fists
The stronger always blames the weaker
These walls don't have ears
A broken mirror doesn't flicker

Itching palms turn into fists
The stronger always blames the weaker
Beloved ones are enemies
A broken soul doesn't flitter

Grey lives under a surface
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Days drowned in stigma
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)
Like a snake that bites its tail
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Always with a poisonous kiss
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)

Stop being a target
Choose your destiny
Put your finger on a trigger
Because you can

Word is your weapon
Silence is your tomb
Stop being a target
Choose your destiny

Keep your finger on a trigger
Because you can
Word is your weapon
Silence is your tomb
Silence is your tomb

In this vicious circle, only pain exists
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When you've got in trouble, dissipate the mist
Never turn the other cheek, bend the line
Pull the trigger of your weapon, word is a sign

Grey lives under a surface
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Days drowned in stigma
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)
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