Silence is so peacefull and so intense
The noise of times is in past tense
The sad discouraged ones march along with us
Collective pain, the souls of spring are lost
The days of fall, in the presence of the second part
Our hands are cold, the wind is tearing us appart
Though we know to blame our own regret
Just before we know what we will get
Broken down to pieces
Is it you who listens now?
I'm the one who missed it
All the killing's done by now!
Our lies are sincere when said with respect
No one's forced to feel, to love or neglect
Collect the dust that after the steps you take
Will simplify the testimony you will fake
Mystique silent space between the last of words
Never came an ending sound from your weak voice
List my flaws if fatal or strong
Come regret, frustration's not a song
Broken down to pieces
Is it you who listens now?
I'm the one who missed it?
All the killing's done by now
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