Screaming out of terror--
breaking all silence,
Yet another voice goes unheard.
Lips whispering, telling secrets.
But how can deaf ears be mad?
And blind eyes cry?
So we all lack emotions...
Maybe some more than others,
Still not a lie.
So without emotion, we can't understand,
Nor sympathize.
So we're hypocrites,
And members of a chain gang,
Each pulling toward a common destiny--
from life to death.
So where do you go to think about life?
How do we individualize our thoughts
When we're tied down to another?
