There is a silence coming
from a place not so far away
minds perking to hear the humming
of the drum of a song in decay
but for a mind left in my head im begging
dont riddle me with pain
in envy im living,
a life of jelousy and disdain
aint no cure for fear
calmness be the place i live,
in a plea for future,
future just wouldnt give
there is a riot rising
from the place in which i stay
didnt see these bones breaking
in the organ this song wont play
for a beating, whats it worth?
i got nothing left to say
aint nothing grand to be said of here
when memory cannot be placed
in motion i watch life unwravel
with deaths ease i face a cealing of distaste
