The Quiet Screams The Truth

Cutting like a razor, the silence takes hold
Replacing this artificial confidence with nothing but cold
Tearing away everything you once thought to be true
And leaving the reflection with something that formerly looked like you

You can grab at the past and pray for return
But nothing is undoing this final crash and burn
These memories are stronger than you will think
And they won't go away, no matter how much you drink

Their hungry cries and bleeding stares
Aren't worth screaming about, no one really cares
So listen to the silence and throw away your youth
Because you know as well as I do that the quiet screams the truth